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PostSubject: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:01 pm

The White King


Chapter One - Fanir and Hapel

It had been a long day. The skies were purple with the evening of Keros and crimson and pink light shone brightly from around the distant mountaintops, casting a beautiful glare. The clouds were like fiery fingers touching the skies.

There was a kingdom seated in the belly of an array of plains. It was an enormous kingdom filled with giant castles and palaces and all sorts of magic and technology alike. This was the home of the Shroms--one of the most renown people in Keros. Known for their outstanding skill in the magical arts and their amazing technology as well as the unmistakable appearance of a Shrom.

In the center of the kingdom was a huge palace. It was silver and had long towers that pointed to the skies. The tallest and thickest one was in the center and had a large balcony trailing off from it. Standing on the balcony and looking over his kingdom was the king of the Shroms, King Fanir.

Fanir was a lavender Shrom with silver and black markings all over his body. They were in many swirles and vertices. Like all Shroms, he had a head with a strange hood-like, cobra-like cap on that slid down his back as though it were long hair.

Fanir had emerald eyes and wore a long silver cloak with a silver crown on top of his head. It wrapped around the tip of his "hood" perfectly as crowns and hats were fitted to do.
King Fanir was exhausted. His eyes were swollen and they drooped. His wife approached from behind and leaned on the rail of the balcony with him. She was Queen Hapel. She was a tall female Shrom with green skin and long silver markings on her. Her eyes were a deep blue. She tried to comfort him by patting his back.
"It's okay honey, it'll all be resolved soon" Hapel told him.

"I just don't get it" he said. "Why would they follow that acursed thing? Since it was even created it has been rebuked and rejected and shown disgust by all of the nations of the land" he added. Hapel shrugged. "I don't know. But for a little while could you turn your attention from it? Please? For me?"

He nodded, sighing and turning to his wife. "Right, I need to spend more time with you anyways. Family is most important to me" he patted the enlarged stomach of his pregnant wife. Fanir took this moment into account when he was standing next to her as she laid on the bed of the royal sanatorium, in labor.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:02 pm

Chapter Two - Origin

The day had been long. Now six children, princes and princesses all sat around their father as he sat on a chair by the warm fireplace. He clutched a book in his hand and written on the front cover were the words "Scary Stories for Young Shroms". He was reading it to them as they sat with their hands clenched together fearfully.

"And then the lights came on... and--BOO!" Fanir shouted. The six children around him all gave out shrills and began laughing, running around, and so much more. The oldest, Sybil was nearly seven years old now. He was gold colored and with some black markings. His eyes were a beautiful amber-crimson color and he seemed to be the perfect candidate for future king. Being the oldest male, he was given the birthright to rule and his parents were very proud of him--too proud of him.

The second oldest was one not-so-adored by his parents. This one was simply white without any colors or markings. Very boring and considered very ugly among Shroms. But among other races he would have been considered very handsome--or in this stage of life cute.

His name was Lovian. He had gleaming green eyes and always wore his white cloak. He was six years old. Born not long after Sybil himself. Lovian instead of playing, would rather sit and read as he did. He was at the moment studying a book of magic. His parents sighed. Hapel got his attention. "Lovian, wouldn't you rather play with your brothers and sisters?"

Lovian shook his head, looking back at them. "No Mommy. I'm fine."

Hapel sighed again, giving a shrug as she looked to her husband. He closed the book of scary stories and laid it on the wooden table next to him. Afterwards he got up and went on his way down the room. Hapel replaced him in the seat and looked at Lovian.

Lovian's sister Aira had bumped into him and he fell face first into a bowl of pudding that had been placed on the table in front of him by the king's servants. All of the siblings and both of the parents began to laugh. Lovian pulled his face from the bowl, gave a frown and began to whipe it off. He scowled at Aira for a millisecond. He didn't like to use bad emotions. He had read that it wasn't healthy. He began to question if Aira had done that on purpose judging by the way she was giggling wickedly with the others and glaring back at Lovian.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:06 pm

Chapter Three - Ribs

The white Shrom stood in the rain with a black umbrella as the rain poured down. Though Shrom umbrellas looked slightly different, they had more curves in the shape of the dome. Lovian was six years old. But he acted as though he were at least twelve. He was mature and intelligent. He was quiet though, very quiet, and shy. The sky was filled with the gloomy gray clouds of rain and droplets flung down onto the world below.

The ground was thick with mud, a grayish, wattery mud. The grass was wet with fresh water and dew. A mist had raised in the area and Lovian loved the scents of a fresh rain. He kept walking down the old broken up sidewalk of Lillian, a small town just outside the Royal Heart, the center of the kingdom. Lovian often avoided other people. He would see a few familiar faces give eye to him as he passed, but he gave them only a glance and kept walking. Sometimes, not even that. Right now he was just enjoying this lovely scenery. It was a little gloomy, some would say. But Lovian saw it as beautiful. The scents of fresh rain always made him feel good and he loved how thunder clouds would create towering shapes that thundered with majesty and he loved to watch lightning sling by in fast shapes. It was like a show of fireworks to him.

He couldn't help but smile a little bit as he heard the soft thunder in the distance. His mind completely locked onto it and everything seemed to fade out from reality but the sky. It was a mistake he'd regret, as he soon found himself pinned down onto the ground. He was in an alley, a large square area that was behind two buildings. The narrow alleyway in the middle of the buildings led out to it. He'd been pushed into there. Now there was mud all over him. His umbrella snapped. He let out a scream.

"SHUT UP!" a harsh voice sounded. They were on top of him, had him on the ground tightly.

"Please--please don't hurt me! I'll give you all my money! Just please don't hurt me!" Lovian begged. Tears strolled down from his eyes. He looked up, finally realizing that it was Sobla, one of the neighborhood bullies. Sobla was a few years older than Lovian, he was about eleven at this time. But he had always viewed Lovian as equal of age. Sobla was tall for his age and muscular. He was colored gray with pale purplish markings on his skin that were shaped oddly, almost looking like scars. They had strange indentions that normal Shrom Runes did not. He had ghastly yellow eyes with the all-natural black slit pupil all Shroms had. His teeth were sharpened into fangs. Shroms who enjoyed to fight often did this. Shroms were naturally born with sharp teeth that others would see as incredibly terrifying, but some Shroms would sharpen their fangs into tips made to kill. He wore a black hoodie that simply spoke badness. His pants were long, soft gray pants with pockets full of who knows what.

"I told you last week whitey! Don't you ever come down here EVER again!" Sobla growled.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Lovian begged. His voice was becomming distorted by the sobbing and crying that was going on.

Sobla drew his face into a snarl. "I told you, you'd pay!"
"Please! Just give me one more chance!" Lovian begged.

"NNNO!" Sobla said. He swung over to the side of the alley and from the wooden fence to the side he broke a long board off. Lovian was still getting up and gathering his wits. He almost slipped in the thick mud. The rain was pouring down hard now. Lovian turned and before he could even view what was going on he felt a thick FWACK to his side, rendering him fallen on the ground. He shouted, grabbing his side. But he was ok. He got up and tried to escape again. Sobla slung the board again, this time striking him in the back of the head. He fell to the side, Lovian's vision became blurry for a moment. A loud ringing sound was in the back of his ear. Sobla slung it again, blowing the white Shrom in the side again. This time an audible crack sounded. Lovian let out a horrendous scream. Blood was coming out of his mouth. Sobla grinned.

Suddenly another figure entered the alley. "What's going on?!" they said. It was Celisia. She was an adult. A pink Shrom with white stripes and markings all over her. Some looked more silverish, especially near the tips. Her eyes were a soft light purple with pink around the outline of her black pupil. She wore a long silver dress with a purple flower in her "hair".

She gasped. "Sobla..." she spoke. The gray Shrom had dropped the board. He stepped back and magically he stepped back into the wooden fence, going through it like it was merely smoke. He was gone. Celisia came up to Lovian, picking him up and carrying him out of the alley. He grunted and wheezed as it was uncomfortable and painful.

"You'll be ok... what's your name sweetie?" she asked.

"L-L-Lovian" he gave out. Her eyes widened. "You mean... the son of the King and Queen? That Lovian?" she asked.
"Y-y-yes..." he said.

"Ok, ok... Just calm down, I'll try to get you home..." she said, a tremble in her voice. Lovian by now had fallen fast asleep, beaten and bruised and bleeding. It was a blur. But oddly it was one of the best rests of his life.
He remembered opening his eyes and laying on a white bed. Standing all around the bed were several beings. His parents who looked dissappointed and his brother Sybil. Several of the Elders were there too. The Shrom Elders that is. The ones appointed to help the king and queen. They were odd looking, having more magical markings and runes than anyone and colored with magnificent and majestic colors. Their eyes glowed and sparkled different colors and changed at times. They were like opals, shining in all of the colors of the rainbow. Celisia was also standing there, looking very sad.

"He's waking up" said Hapel.

"Lovian, you okay bub?" asked Sybil. Sybil grabbed Lovian's hand. Lovian was having trouble crawling back into reality, but he finally grasped what was going on. He heard his father's exhausted sigh. His mother didn't even look concerned. Just unhappy. He heard Celisia and Sybil mumble together somehing about their hatred for Sobla, and how Sobla often mistreated Sybil in school.

Lovian felt his side, feeling a thick, stiff, white bandage wrapped all the way around his waist. There were several pads and thin white strips of bandage wrapped around his head. He looked to Sybil who was about twelve years old and knew Sobla from school.

"What's going on?" asked the white Shrom.

"You were brought back here by Celisia here" said one of the Elders. "We managed to heal your wounds, but you'll have to rest for a few days. We'll be back to check up on you later." With that, the two Elders that were standing in the room walked back and exited through the sanatorium doors.

"You may be dismissed. Thank you" Fanir said to Celisia. She nodded and followed the path the Elders had taken. Once she had left, the two parents turned to Lovian and had scolding faces.

"What were you thinking?!" Hapel hissed. "How many times has he told you to stay out of Lillian?"

"Mom, please, not now" Lovian begged.

"Listen to your mother boy!" Fanir growled. "If you hadn't gone down there this wouldn't be happening. Now look at you! You're a disgrace!"

"Dad!" Sybil muttered. Fanir grabbed his son by the shoulder, giving him an authoritative glare.
"He needs to learn. You know it, I can see it in your face. You know your brother is a bloody fool!" the king growled.

"Dad, he just had all of his ribs broken and his jaw and face busted up. Can't you let him have a break from all of this? He just wanted to go down and enjoy Lillian's scenery, like always! Give him a break! He hears it every day from you both. All you ever do is yell at him and try to correct him" Sybil said.

Fanir's eyes widened. He grabbed Sybil by the arm and began pulling him away from the bed. Lovian couldn't see them, but he could hear Fanir's words giving Sybil a strict scolding. Afterwards he heard a "now get out of here! You have jobs to do!" and the doors slam shut.

Fanir's face appeared again, looking down at his son. "Lovian, when you are finished resting, you are going to clean the dungeons. Is that clear?"

"But Dad!" Lovian said. Fanir's eyes glowed a foamy blue as his face turned rotten.

"THAT'S FINAL!" he yelled. Lovian did not want to protest any further. He simply nodded and threw the white covers over his head to keep from being emerged into yet another painful conversation. Hapel and Fanir both looked at each other before turning away and leaving the room.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:08 pm

Chapter Four - Eye For An Eye

Lovian was now twelve years old. His skills in magic had matured, though he was still young and ignorant of many things. He was in Selmenium, a small town in Shrombolia. He usually didn't come down here. It was home to many strange things. He sat down on a bench, looking at the red evening sky. It was usually quite beautiful from Selmenium. The scarlet clouds swirled just right here. The evening sun made the most beautiful array of crimson he'd ever seen from where he was sitting. He loved nature, and all its inhabitants.

His thoughts were interrupted suddenly by something that caught him from behind. It grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him out of the bench and slicking him onto the sidewalk ground.
"What the?" he muttered as he picked himself up, looking at whatever this was. It was someone he recognized. One of Sobla's cousins. Gara. She was a slim, tall Shrom with lavender skin and deep blue eyes. Her form was considered quite beautiful among Shroms. Even for her age. She was about sixteen. She had long, silver markings all over her. A few were pink. Her eyes suddenly turned red with malevolence. She was skilled with magic.
"Gara, what are you doing?" Lovian asked.

"Teaching you a lesson whitey!" she snarled. "My couz just got arrested for the fight you got into with him! Now he's going to be in jail for a few months! I'm going to finish the job!" she said punching Lovian straight in the face. He fell back.

"Help! Someone help!" he shouted out. Gara grabbed him, holding his mouth shut with her hand.

"You shut up now" she said. She clawed him across the face. Blood splattered out, though the cuts were not too deep. He tried to move away but she caught him, pulling him close to her. She hissed, baring abnormally long fangs and attempting to bite him in the neck. He screamed, kicking her away. She leaped backwards and then forwards, flinging her form at Lovian. She tackled him, pulling a silver blade from her shirt and holding it up into the air.
"NO! NO! NO! PLEASE NO!" Lovian begged, shouting loudly.

"You're going to pay for what you did to him you albino freak! Now I'm doing this world a favor by getting your dirty blood out of the population" she growled. She held the knife up and quickly ran it down into Lovian's face, striking him in the eye. He screamed loudly as his eye was gouged out, blood spraying everywhere and dripping like a river from his face. She plucked the knife out, which oddly seemed more painful to Lovian than it going in. Something tackled Gara. Lovian pulled himself to a sitting position to witness with his one good eye that it looked like an authority. A local officer tackled Gara and bound her hands behind her with a pair of metal bonds. Lovian was then blinded by blood, unable to see. He spat. Suddenly another officer rushed to his side, grabbing him and picking him up.

Lovian remembered being carried back, but barely. His vision was impared. He remembered being placed on a hospital bed and several creatures around him. Elders. He looked up at them, their faces distressed as a second event had troubled them. One of them stretched their arms out. A yellow ray of vapor shot from his fingertips and into Lovian's face. He felt a stinging and winced as his wounded eye began to change. Before he knew it, he found himself with a brand-new eye. It was healed, but it throbbed. He looked in a mirror at himself just as his parents entered the door and the Elders exited.

"Lovian!" Hapel shouted. "How many times are we going to tell you to stop getting into these fights?!"

"Mom, I'm sorry, I just--"

"You listen to your mother, boy!" Fanir shouted. "You idiot, I can't believe you right now. Will you ever learn?" he said. Lovian's eyes dropped.

"Dad, I didn't know that was--"

"But what do I expect? Who am I kidding?" Fanir said. "It's only expected from a white Shrom to be so stupid!"

Lovian's face was greatly distressed. He seemed taken aback by the harsh words. They hurt him. Perhaps more than the blade had. His own father has spoken them, seemingly piercing his emotions just as the blade itself. His new eye gave a few tears for the first time.

"Quit crying you big baby!" Hapel said. "No girl will every want to marry a weak, spineless Shrom! ...Or a white Shrom for that matter..." she corrected herself. His mother too now... He looked at both of them with sadness. He hid his face into his knees as he sat in the bed, waiting for them to leave. He tried not to listen to them shouting at him. Finally they had left and he was in a much more peaceful state.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:10 pm

Chapter Five - What Heartbreak Means

Lovian sat down in a dimmly lit hallway. There were long benches on both sides of the hall. The lights hanging from the ceiling were powered by magic and would flicker every once in a while. Mallis was shaking, fear stirring in his belly. Now he was about fourteen. But his birthday was only a few days away. His brothers and sisters all sat around him. All of them... but Sybil, Bani, and Limp. Aira had tears in her eyes. She was a blue Shrom with long silver strands of markings on her, they were soft and smooth. Her eyes were a flushed pinkish purple, an almost lavender color. Her boyfriend Qraul sat with her, his arm around her. He was a chrome colored Shrom with luminous green eyes. He didn't have many markings on his skin, save for a cluster on the right side of his head that looked like a spiderweb. He was very muscular, the leading player on the school's Kaball Team. He gave her an embrace, trying to calm her down. She was beginning to sob quite loudly. Lovian didn't come to tears.

"It'll be okay, Aira" said Qraul. He gave her a kiss to the cheek. "They'll be okay..."
"No! No they won't! It's Sranit! Nobody ever comes out of that! Nobody! Not even the Elders can cure it..."

"Shh, shh" Qraul said. He knew that she was beginning to scare Drane. Drane, the silver colored daughter sat on the bench next to Lovian with her arms folded over her knees on the bench. She had lavender markings all over her and glowing lavender eyes. She was timid, and very sad.

"I'm s-sorry" she told Drane, but not to Lovian. She couldn't have cared less what he thought. Drane was in her own world of shock and horror. The doors down on the right side of the hall opened as Drane's own boyfriend entered. He was close friends with Qraul. He was colored orange with long yellow markings on him and fiery golden eyes. He came up as quickly as he could, Drane getting up and leaping into his open arms. She sobbed into his shoulder while he patted her back.

"I know, I know" he said. His own eyes were beginning to well up with tears. They sat down, Drane sobbing in the comfort of her own boyfriend, Wylat.

Lovian took note of it, seeing as he had no one. No one to give him comfort, no one to help him in this time of sorrow and heart-break. The doors to his left opened up as more light entered the hallway. It was Fanir. He closed the door behind him. His face looked shattered, heartbroken, and as though all were pointless and lost. He knew that his children would want to know how things were going. He looked at both Aira and Drane and simply shook his head and went on down the hall. They both began sobbing quite violently now, their boyfriends were beginning to cry as well and try to help them. But both girls were uncontrollably sad. Lovian began to let down his own tears, sorrow coming out and pouring down into an ocean down his face. He was not nearly as shattered as his sisters, but he was sobbing into his hands and broken in emotion.

Hapel came out from the doors. Her eyes were filled with tears and bloodshot, but not red. It was colored blue. She sniffed and looked at the children. "Would you like to see your brothers and sister...?" she asked. Aira and Drane both nearly pushed her down, trying to get into the room. Wylat and Qraul both ran after them. Lovian got up, shakingly and slowly walked into the room. As he entered, he first walked down a narrow hall that quickly opened up into a large circular room with a high ceiling. There were three beds, each held one of the three diseased children. Large purple bubbles of magic surrounded the beds, keeping the disease contained inside.

Sybil was in the right, Bani in the middle, and Limp in the left. Sybil's gold skin had turned completely gray. His black markings and runes had become a pale pink color, barely even there though. His eyes had turned from the beautiful fire color they were and had turned pinkish. His pupils were twisted, curled, raggedy. His tongue was now purble and his teeth were growing smaller and smaller. His skin was covered in a strange layer of distorted rotting flesh. Blood and puss covered him. Many different types of bodily fluids were simply leaking out of Sybil's body from many crevices formed by the skin distortions. It was obvious his time was short.

Lovian immediately had gone to Sybil's bed. His favorite sibling, the only person who ever truly seemed to love Lovian. The only person who took up for him, protected him, and was always by his side. Lovian's eyes were horrorstruck. His head banged on the hard bubble, tears flying everywhere. He let out a loud, remorseful cry as he hands slid down the bubble. Sybil looked up slowly and his hand reached up to the bubble. Lovian placed his own over where Sybil's was. He could tell Sybil was dying. This was probably why Hapel told them to come and see them... it would be the last time they ever saw them.

"No... Sybil, please! No! I love you!!!" Lovian sobbed. He wished he had a shoulder to cry on, like his sisters did. Lovian dropped to his knees on the floor, feeling helpless. His eyes poured out tears like they'd never before. The ground beneath him looked as though someone had dumped a bucket of water in his place.

Aira and Drane both came to see Sybil and were given the same expression. Lovian forced himself to get up and move on to view Bani and Limp. Bani was colored gray and pale pinkish, just like Sybil. Only Bani's skin distortion wasn't nearly as bad as Sybil's. But Bani's eyes were covered in thick, blue films, rendering him blind. His mouth was empty, not containing teeth nor tongue but rotting black flesh inside. One of his arms was clearly dysfunctional. It was tearing off his very body. It was pale and numb looking. It was drooping from the socket and hanging on only by a few strands and fibers of muscles.

Limp was colored just as her brothers were. One of her eyes had a film over it. But it wasn't as bad as the ones over Bani's eyes. Her skin condition was strange. She had huge lumps all over her body that oozed out puss. She was covered in puss, just like Sybil. One of her legs were gone, completely. It was sitting at the foot of the bed, wrapped in white bandages. But Lovian knew what was under them. He cried, sobbing and bashing himself in the face with his hands--telling himself it was all a dream. But alas... he knew it was all too real.

Lovian moved back to Sybil, to say a final goodbye to his big brother. He looked at Sybil. Sybil looked back at Lovian and in a very peaceful way, gave a smile to his little brother. Lovian's heart broke. All at last Sybil's body trembled as he gave a breath in. His life left his body with his breath out. His eyes lost light in them and Lovian could tell... he was gone. It wasn't long before Bani and Limp both passed as well. Shattering the hearts of the family. Afterwards Hapel rushed her children out of the room, and with that... they had left.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:14 pm

Chapter Six - The Funeral

Lovian was sobbing his eyes out. They were glossy from the reflection of the light onto the tear coating surrounding their surfaces. He stood glarring at three caskets in front of him. Each was red with gold rims. They had thousands of flowers around them. Sybil's was in the middle with golden flowers on it. Limp's was to the right which had purple flowers. Bani's to the left which had green flowers on it. There were pictures of the three of them hung about the walls and on stands all around the three coffins. It just made Lovian cry even more. Aira and Qraul were sitting in two seats off in the side of the room. Aira had just finished crying about an hour ago, Lovian was still going at it. Drane was with Wylat on the opposite side of the room. Oddly she stopped crying before Aira had.

Lovian sniffed. He was the only one still standing near the coffins. Everyone in the enormous room where now focused near the center, where they were all talking to each other. Some of the conversations weren't even about the three dead children, which angered Lovian to no end. Suddenly a girl Lovian knew from school came up to him. She was one who was also bullied often, but not nearly as much as Lovian. She and him were friends, but only slightly. Even she had thought Lovian was odd and strange, and unsightly. She viewed him as something that burnt her eyes and didn't go around him often. She was pale purple with only two markings on her face. Two blue triangles. She wore a gray dress and a white flower in her mane.

"I'm sorry, Lovian" she said, trying to be nice. Lovian wiped some of the tears from his eyes so he could see. He nodded. "So am I" he said. He looked to her. "Did my parents tell you when they'd be here? They said they would."

She nodded, her face looking rather uneasy, like she didn't want to say. "They... they said they weren't coming. They said they'd just come to the burial tomorrow. Not the viewing. They said they were too busy."

Lovian's eyes widened to their extent and his pupils narrowed. His face looked like a crop field on fire. Anger boiled through his skin like an aura of flames.

"WHAT?" he growled. "They can't even come to their own childrens' funeral viewing? What in Keros could be more important that they'd have to miss?!"

She shrugged. "Lovian, I'm sorry. But I've got to go..." she said walking away.
"Alright..." he replied, sniffing. "See you at school I suppose."

"No... you... you won't" she replied, telling him directly she didn't want to be seen around him. She took off walking again, leaving Lovian by himself. He just stared up at the portrait of Sybil, his eyes flooding again.

"What's the matter whitey?" a voice sounded. "Miss your big bub?"

He turned around to see a large mass of other Shroms his age behind him. Standing in the lead of them, was of course, Sobla and his sister Zanya who was purple with gray and black markings.

Lovian begged them, "please, please just leave me be. Just for today. I'm begging you..."
Sobla shook his head. "You know I don't take orders from you whitey. Now come on!" he growled. He took Lovian by the arm, the white Shrom trying to resist. But the insane sister slid by, jabbing him swiftly in the ribs and in a sensitive point along the spine. It caused Lovian to feel numb in several spots, random as they were and his muscles stopped resisting and went along in their direction.

They took him out of the doors of the huge royal funeral home. All of them were laughing. Sobla and Zanya threw Lovian out onto the ground. The white one fell into the mud. It was thick, deep, liquidy mud. The rain was pouring down hard and Lovian could feel it punching his skin like knives. The other children began to hold up their umbrellas. Sobla though, did not. He seemed resistant to the rain's hard force, though he was used to force.

With his fingers he flung a ray of green light into Lovian which busted him in the back. Blood spilt out quickly. Lovian let out a hard scream. Everyone was laughing. Sobla popped his knuckles. "This is what you get for turning me in that day I broke your ribs! I had to spend a year in prison for that!" He shot Lovian with a hard spark of purple lightning, sending the white Shrom back several meters from the force of the magic. He stumbled trying to stand. He didn't even have enough energy in him to create a magical shield to protect him from the harmful spells. He was bleeding all over, and crawling. Finally he made it onto the sidewalk and out of the mud. Water, blood, and mud covered him. Each seemed to be in endless supply on him.
"This is what you get!" Zanya backed him up.

"Please... my brothers and sister just died! Can't you please spare me any tiny shred of humanity you hold in your beings? Please, I beg you..." Lovian said.

Sobla scoffed. "Lovian after all you and I have been through, I honestly want you to join your siblings. I want to be the one to help you get there too. But I can't without being caught by the law. They're already keeping a close eye on me, I've been in many crimes over the past few years that I have managed to lie about and get away with."

"I'm sure that's something to be proud of..." Lovian said trying to stand. It was impossible.
"I'll let you get away Lovian. This time. Go home. Go on back to that prissy little castle of yours! You'll never be able to be king! Never!"

Lovian finally got the strength to stand. He began to limp his way down the side of the street, having many people laugh and curse at him as he did so. He overheard them murmer something about going over to Polin's house for a party. He was disgusted by the thought of them celebrating their horrible deeds. And so he went off, dragging himself dully.



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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:16 pm

Chapter Seven - New Birthright

Lovian now sat in a private room designated to the royal family in the royal palace. His father paced around the room. His mother was on the couch with her face into her palms. Aira and Drane both sat in two chairs a bit off to Lovian's left. Fanir finally stopped and looked at Lovian. The boy knew his father didn't like saying it, doing this. Lovian just knew it was killing his father.
"Lovian..." Fanir began, "since... since you are now the oldest male..." he went on scratching under his eye. "You... you are the next heir to the throne. You will be king after my reign."
Lovian nodded. "Alright father..." he said pondering the moment, and what would be in his future. "I... I can do that."

Fanir nodded, not believing him. Angrily, Lovian's dad burst through a pair of doors along the wall of the room. Hapel simply sat depressed. Lovian felt the need to cheer his mother up.
"Mom, are okay?" he asked getting up and walking over to her.

"DON'T talk to me" she said. Lovian's hood drooped. His eyes seemed sorrow-shot. Though they were sore from crying and he felt as though they were dry and would never be able to produce tears again. He simply walked away. He looked to his sisters for comfort. Both of them gave him mean glances. He knew it and it was obvious... very obvious... nobody wanted him to be king. Everyone expected him to fail and to die a young age. To live a short, meaningless life where he'd accomplish nothing, live to be nothing, and die to be nothing. It was because of his white color. Shroms without color were always said to end up in such ways.

Lovian walked out of the room. As he left, closing the doors behind him, he saw someone standing in the hall. It was a tall figure whose skin was light blue. His eyes were yellowish and he had black markings all over his body. Lovian looked at him. He knew he was the royal adviser. Mostly because he wore a long black and blue cloak with a hood that suggested his position.

"What's wrong prince?" he asked as he snacked on a fruit which a human would have mistook as an apple. Lovian rubbed his eyes.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Thank you for asking."

"No problem, my prince" the man said. Lovian looked at him again. It was the first time in months he'd gotten respect from someone.

"What's your name sir? I don't believe I've met you."

"The name's Decay. I know, weird name. But my parents were a little whacked up" he smiled.
"Well so are mine" Lovian said, feeling guilty afterwards for insulting his parents. Decay crossed his arms, leaning over slightly. He gave Lovian a thoughtful glance. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Lovian didn't want to answer. He just looked solemnly at the ground. Decay frowned. "Well, I'm the royal adviser. Since you're the prince now I am obligated to help you with anything. So if you ever need anything, be sure to come and see me."
"Thank you" Lovian said. He then passed on, beginning to ponder over the moment.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:24 pm

Chapter Eight - The White King

Lovian slammed the door to his bedroom shut. This was once Sybil's room, but recently converted for the new prince. All of Lovian's things had been taken to the room and Sybil's old possessions... were burnt. Lovian could see from the window the heaping pile of Sybil's things in the courtyard smoldering with flames. It was painful. He didn't have a thing of Sybil's to keep, to remember him by. He could only remember him by the pictures around the castle of him and a few old statues that Sybil's few artistic friends had made for him.

Lovian sat on the bed. He was still sniffling from heartbreak he was feeling. It was a horrible thing, the situation he was going through. Lost three of his siblings all at once. Said goodbye to each of them, but in a way that shattered his heart. Now he simply looked around the room bored with his sadness and screaming 'why!' in his head. He just kept asking himself why it had to happen. Was this truly meant for the better? Was it meant to be? Or was it something darker... Lovian's identification of obscurity was tremendously off, leaving him too flustered and confused to ponder any further.

Now he laid down on the bed, on his side and looking near the floor. His thoughts were shooting through his head. He was separating what was real and what was fake. He still questioned if he were in a dream or if it was all really true. But his thoughts were so quickly interrupted by the sudden sight of something on the floor. He saw a bronze chain slipping out from under the bed. Leaning over he picked it up with his long white fingertips. As he pulled the chain, it pulled out attached to it something Lovian recognized. It was Sybil's favorite amulet. It had a crimson gem in the center of it. A long bronze chain slicked around through the two holes at its top, making a wonderful necklace.

Lovian's jaw gapped. The servants who removed all of Sybil's possessions must have missed it or dropped it during the conversion. He would make sure he kept it safe. His eyes poured water, thick water. It was almost as if Sybil was speaking out to him at that moment. But Lovian might have heard him wrong. His heart filled with anger. He clutched the amulet violently. He began to think of all of the people who had done Sybil wrong, sometimes simply because Lovian was his brother. He intended to put a stop to it. Then he recalled something he had heard earlier between the bullies... He remembered Zanya rallying them for a party at Polin's house. It seemed like Lovian's place to act. He took off his white cloak and replaced it with a purple one. He put up the hood and tied the amulet around his neck, but hiding it under his clothing to keep it from being noticed.

He opened the enormous window to his room and climbed out, hoping not to be noticed. He began to climb down the wall of the castle, using his very sharp fingertips to keep a good grip against the stones. Finally he had made it to a place where he could jump from and so he did. He got onto the ground and spotted a carriage passing. It was being driven by a Celthur, oddly. Two large Jurids were pulling it. There was a party of people on the inside, rich Shroms. Lovian ran up and jumped onto the back of the carriage, hanging onto the side of it as it went along.
It was a rather lengthy drive, but oddly he wasn't noticed on the back of the carriage. And if he was, nobody thought anything odd of it. A child playfully hanging on a carriage, so they'd take it. But soon the carriage passed an enormous house along the road. Lovian knew what house this was and he jumped off the carriage and onto the sidewalk next to the street. He could hear the loud booms of music playing from inside and the vibration of it on the ground. His hands began to glow with a strange purple aura that swam around his fingertips. There was a butler standing at the doorstep with a clipboard. A fabulously wealthy family.

"Name please" he said. Lovian walked up to him and grabbed him by the face. The butler let out a quickly silenced yelp as he fell over unconscious. Pulses shot through his body, keeping him asleep. Lovian opened the door calmly to keep from being noticed. Inside he saw what looked like Shrom teens by the hundreds. He knew each of them. They were too busy having fun to notice the intruder. Lovian slipped through the crowds barely even acknowledged. It was near the center of the room that many Shroms had formed a huge ring to watch some of the best dancers dance in the middle. Lovian pushed his way up to the front, watching a familiar being dance like a madman. It was Polin, the one Sybil had always despised. He was a tall gray Shrom with radiant orange eyes and strange pupils in many rings, radiant from the center. He wore a slick suit made by Shroms specifically for dancing. It was colored black and looked like it was a mere liquid over his body but with flaps that hung down like capes and a collar that slung up around his neck almost in a malevolent fashion. His body moved around like a roller coaster, a swirling tornado. It was fast. Finally he stopped for a moment during one of his moves and looked around at his crowd. He circled around them, giving high-fours. He stopped though half-way around the circle. He looked at the opposite side of the ring of people, spotting the face of Lovian under his purple hood. He stood still.

"What are you doing here?!" he scowled. Lovian's face turned dark with anger. He shot his claws up in front of him, blasting a wave of blue vapors into Polin's abdomen. The Shrom was shot back nearly twenty feet, ripping the ring of people open as many were pushed off into the floor on the sides. The ring expanded as people backed away. Polin got up, coughing and looked at Lovian.

"What do you think you're doing you little coul?" he cursed. He was very surprised that Lovian had not only arrived but done that as well.

Lovian cracked a slight smile. "My brother never liked you" he said.

"Ohh, so that's it then?" Polin laughed. "Poor little Lovian, thinks he needs to settle his brother's fights. But Lovian, where is your brother? Where is he at?" Lovian's fists tightented. Polin continued. "Is he dead? Huh? Is he dead? Did he die Lovian?"

Lovian's eyes suddenly changed color to a violent shade of orange-red. His claws shot up again as he flung a malevolent shade of purple and orange flame-like light into Polin which wrapped around his skin and singed much of it, without using a fiery corrosive agent. Polin's skin seemed to steam. He let out a few grunts and wheezes. In return, he fired a dart of yellow into Lovian's shoulder, shooting the young Shrom back several feet.

"Lovian get out of here! Before the authorities arrive! Do you know how bad it will look? A prince assaults a man openly in his own house? Do you realized how ashamed your family will be? How embarrassed you will make them?"

"They're ALREADY embarrassed and ashamed of me! DON'T YOU GET IT?" Lovian shouted. He threw another bolt of what looked like lightning at Polin. The gray Shrom managed to deflect it away. It shot off into the room and punched a smoking hole into the roof, causing some debris to come crashing down on the crowds as they scattered.

Suddenly Aini, Polin's girlfriend came up from behind him. She was turquoise with purple and green stripes. She had malevolent pinkish eyes that were dark red just around her pupils. She looked quite angry.

"YOU Lovian, have NO place here! You should leave before things get ugly! You don't belong here! You weren't even invited! And do you know why?"
"Why?" Lovian asked, though knowing the answer.

"Because you're pathetic! Your entire life has been pathetic! Your family is pathetic! If they were wise they'd kill you! You can't be king! Your a puny little white, colorless Shrom! How can we have a white king? How can we have one who is colorless rule us? Huh? In a sentence: you won't rule us Lovian. Never. I know your parents care greatly about their people and what the people themselves think. I know your parents will soon refuse to crown you, they'll send you off somewhere where a trap to kill you lies. Then Aira will marry someone, she and he will be king and queen."

"YOU LIE!" Lovian shouted at the top of his lungs. His eyes turned red. From his fist shot a massive bolt of purple lightning that illuminated the entire room. Aini was able to hold it with an invisible shield she could pull up. But it was hard. The bolt lasted many moments, constantly pushing her back. Cracks made of light formed in the air in front of her, indicating that her shield was nearly done for. She jumped to the side, releasing the shield as the bolt slammed into the wall and caused a huge explosion to errupt. It broke down a wall between two rooms. Fires put away the gap in the wall. Aini looked up at Lovian, with a bit of worry.

Polin jumped forward forming a blade out of magic. It was made of light and it was orange. It glowed and was quite luminous.

"Lovian! Don't be a coward! If you really want to fight, let's do it by the blade and not by the spark!" he shouted. One of Lovian's "eyebrows" raised.

"You admit to being weaker than I? You tell me now that you cannot handle my advanced magic" Lovian said.

"Tell ya what, if you beat me in this fight with blades, we can magic-fight all night" Polin suggested. Lovian's face went into a grin. He held out his left hand as in the air in front of him a blade made of purple light formed. He grabbed it by the handle and slowly walked up to his opponent.

Polin was cocky, knowing how advanced he was with the sword. He leaped forward, clashing his blade against Lovian's. The white Shrom was skilled and stopped each of Polin's blows. Suddenly Lovian bashed Polin in the face with the flat of his sword. Polin staggered, being nearly knocked out. In this time Lovian took the blade of the sword and ran it through Polin's stomach. Everyone in the room screamed. Lovian took the glowing sword out. Blood was on its surface and quickly vaporized from the hotness of the magical blade. Red steam came out from it. Polin fell to his knees. But Lovian wasn't done and he didn't want to finish off Polin in such a terrible manner. The sword vaporized into glowing purple steam. Mallis's fingers ignited with a horrible green light. He shot it out as Polin was slung across the room. When the light had vanished, Polin was screaming something about his chest. Aini ran up to him. She cut off his shirt and tied it around his cut to stop the bleeding. Then she examined his abdomen, seeing clearly that his ribs were snapped like twigs. Some of them were beginning to poke through the skin. Her eyes widened with fear. She gestured for several other Shroms to come down and keep an eye on Polin as she got up to face Lovian.

Lovian felt a twinge of shame come into him. He didn't like what he was doing, but somehow it felt like Sybil was telling him to--or telling him to stop. Either way, Lovian read it as encouragement for beating his enemies. Aini shot a bolt of pink into Lovian which shot the white Shrom back many meters. He got up, dusted himself off and looked back at her. Her growled, oddly and darkly. He stuck his long tongue out and bared his fangs, screeching at the top of his voice as he flung a huge ray of flamey red light at her. She began screaming as it coursed through her body. The red had vanished and her skin had turned gray from the spell.

"My arms! My arms!" she screamed as they were clearly bent back, broken and twisted around her body. She screamed again as her eyes began to bleed, pouring it out nonstop like a water hose. She fell back. Her brother had just stepped up. It was Balik, someone Lovian recognized from the funeral incident. He was extremely muscular and dark blue colored with pale gray markings all over his body. It signaled his power. Some of them were installed, not born with. They glowed as he shot a cyan wave of heat from his palms into Lovian's form. It was a huge wave of fires that wrapped around Lovian and burnt him, singed him, and stung him. It boiled him. The fires stopped and smoke was left. Balik stood up, grinning in a cunning manner as he identified his victory. He figured that Lovian was now... dead.

But the smoke cleared, revealing Lovian still standing there... unharmed. Balik's eyes widened and jaw dropped. The crowd gasped loudly, some screamed. Lovian hadn't suffered a scratch. Nothing about him was different. He shouted as the floor between them busted open, purple tendrils made of whitish light shout out and grabbed Balik, pulling him under the floor as it repieced itself. The floor was exactly as it was. But suddenly a hole broke out and the tendrils held Balik above. Lovian stood directly in front of him. Lovian stretched his palms out, shooting small sparks of red into Balik's form. The Shrom screamed as he felt the sparks shoot into him. His bones began to break and snap and crumble. His limps went numb and unfeeling as they snapped. His ribs felt like they'd been grinded and churned into butter. His skull was cracked and crumbled in many places. He shot Balik back with the other two as he walked up to the three limp bodies on the ground. He shot these sparks into Aini and Polin, giving them the same impact. With that he had decided he had made his point quite clear. He looked around, seeing as there were many witnesses to the event. The doors burst open and Lovian saw the unmistakable black and silver uniforms of authorities. They crawled into the room surrounding everyone with guns powered with magical darts that were lethal upon prodding.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" they shouted. Lovian's entire body suddenly vaporized into a twisting vortex of sands and dust as they floated out of the hole in the roof and into the skies.
The sands flew through a window in a tower far away and recollected into a large ball, soon transforming back into the form of Lovian. He reappeared with a strange outline of bright purple light around him which soon vanished after he reappeared. He seemed to smile, but he didn't like what he'd done. He hated himself for it now. He was only doing it for Sybil.

"Turn around! Slowly!" shouted a voice from behind him. Lovian jumped. He raised his arms and turned to look at what looked like a dozen soldiers spread out across the back of the room with their guns pointed directly at him. Fanir and Hapel were also there, looking at him angrily.
Lovian sighed. His mane drooped. He looked at the ground and offered his arms out. Several soldiers came over to him, patting him in case he had any weapons. Though they figured the worst of his weapons were within his own blood. His magic was now defiantly deadly. They placed him in dark silver chains which had an outline of glowing purple light. It cast a spell over him which disabled him from all magic use. They took him by the arms, surrounding him in a bubble-like fashion as they took him down the halls.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:25 pm



Chapter Nine - The Cherry Tree

Lovian ate a loaf of bread-like food from a plate made of old, rusty metal. He was chained to a stoney wall and surrounded by an aura that kept him from using magic. He was completely mortal for the time being. He was afraid. He looked around the dungeon to see hundreds of people who were insane. They shouted madly and cursed as much as they could. It seemed like they tried to escape every five seconds, but failed in each of their attempts.

"HELP! HELP! HELP ME ESCAPE!" they would shout at each other. Lovian simply sunk back into the shadows to keep from being noticed by any of the criminals. It had been several months in the fiftieth floor of the dungeons and Lovian was still in great fear. Strange spiders and bugs crawled everywhere. There were bones, skulls, and dead bodies as far as the eye could see. When a prisoner died it seemed like nobody cared to clean them up. They'd only move the body to a different spot so the shackles and cells were ready for new prisoners. Lovian just hoped it wouldn't happen to him. Today was his last day though, so that made him feel better.
The dungeon guard came up to his cell and unlocked the metal bars with a key. He unlocked the chains coiling around Lovian and took the adolescent by the arm, tugging him out. They took the elevator platform which shot them up into the first floor and then they exited through the main dungeon entrance. They came out into the rest of the royal palace, seeing Hapel and Fanir standing in wait. They looked at their son. Lovian ran up to give his parents a hug, but Hapel pushed him away when he tried.

"Mom, Dad, I missed you!"

"Well we did NOT miss you" Hapel said. "Now, everything's back to normal. Everyone has forgiven you, even the public. Your criminal record has been cleared and you've gotten a clean slate. Now go get back to your chores! Same as usual! Prince training later!"

Lovian made a sad face. He turned and began walking towards another door. After that door, he took off running. Down the stairs he went and pushing through many doors until he had made his way outside. The courtyard was wide with grassy grounds. It was a gray day. The ground was wet with dew. The sky was gray with clouds. The leaves on the trees dripped from the light shower that had just sprinkled over. Things were moist and gloomy. But there was a fresh and special taste in the air.

He left the courtyard, going off into the countryside it dripped off at. As he was far away from the palace now, he found his special tree out on a hill. He climbed up the hill, the palace was quite far now. He stopped at the enormous tree. It had arching branches filled with ripe, red cherries. He sat at the roots, sobbing his eyes out and crying his heart away. His green eyes had transformed a shade of yellowish. He felt hopeless. Nothing ever seemed to go his way. He knew what he did was horrible, yes. But he only did it because Sybil asked him to. He still clutched the amulet around his neck, afterwards placing it back under his cloak.

"Why so sorrowful prince?" asked a familiar voice. Lovian turned his head to the right, looking up. In the light of the sun he saw the glowing silhouette of someone he had seen before. It was the royal adviser. Decay. He was eating a green apple, just as Lovian had always known him to eat.

"I'd rather not talk about it" said the boy. Decay gave a face that suggested disappointment. He slid out from the side of the tree to face Lovian's front. He took a bite of the apple, looking back at the palace in the distance.

"Sir, what are you doing here anyways?" asked the prince. Decay looked at him and threw the apple over the hillside.

"Good fruits over this way I guess..." he said. Lovian was too sad to even question that they stood under a cherry tree, not an apple tree. Decay gave a gaze to him. "What's wrong? Tell me. It will make you feel so much better."

Lovian felt strange. Did someone really actually care? He sniffed. "Well, you know what I did?" Decay nodded. The prince continued, "well, I know that it was bad. But I've been gone from my family so long. When I got back they acted like they hated me! My on mom wouldn't even give me a hug..." he said as his lips trembled as he spoke the words.
Decay sighed. "What did they say?"

The prince began to explain to Decay exactly what was said. He then added, "and it's been like this for a long time. My parents... my entire family practically, they just don't care. They just don't like me. I don't know why. I've never done anything to them! Not even before this big incident at Polin's house! I'm a good person! I really am!"

Decay crouched down on one knee to look Lovian at an eye level. "Lovian, I've known your parents half my life. I can honestly say that I agree with you in every way. Now I wouldn't want you to tell them I said this because I could threaten both my life and my job, but I do believe your father is one of the most corrupt leaders ever to rule Shrombolia. He and his wife are very cruel, very selective. They pick favorites. I don't mean you any offense, but you are white colored and don't have any markings. I'd say that you weren't their favorite. I'm sure Sybil was."

Lovian nodded. "I know, of course. I think I've known for a while now."

Decay thought for a moment in silence. Lovian was simply wondering what he was about to say. Then the yellow-eyed Shrom looked up at him. "What if I told you I could make all of this go away?"

Lovian rolled his eyes. "I'd think you were insane" he said. Decay grinned.

"No, I mean. I can make it better. I can help your situation and if I can do it well enough, perhaps your sorrow will vanish all together. You interested?" he asked.

Lovian nodded. "Of course. But, what do you mean?" he asked. Decay picked an apple from his cloak. Oddly, it was purple with a black leaf attached to the black stem coming from it. It turned it in his hand, looking at the glistening surface in the sunlight. "I know a special type of magic. A type nobody else within hundreds of miles of this place knows. A secret kind of magic. A branch that nobody's used for thousands of years. If you learned to use it, it could destroy your sorrow. The first step is eating this apple, laced with the power of the happy magic. You still interested?"

Lovian thought. "Sure. I'll give it a go. After all, what do I have to lose?"

"That's the spirit" Decay said handing him the apple. Lovian was hesitant at first. He simply looked at his reflection in the apple. Then he took a bite from it. As soon as it had been swallowed, his vision grew blurred and his hearing began to fade. But it only lasted a few moments. Soon it returned to normal. But for some reason he saw the world in different shades. It looked slightly dimmer, paler. Things looked gloomier.
"So what next?" asked Lovian.

"Do you know where my office is in the palace?" he asked. The prince nodded. "Well, come there every day during your free hours, starting tomorrow. I'll show you some more of this magic. But listen, you can't tell anyone. This is most important."
"Alright, why not?" asked Lovian.

Decay sighed. "Because it's a type of magic I don't want everyone to have. I want it to be savored. Not used up and to the point where it's so common it's not special anymore. So... just don't tell anyone. Not your parents, not your sisters, not your friends, not the Elders, nobody. It's top secret. Got it?"

The prince nodded. The adviser stood up. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow then. And remember, it's always coldest near the ice..." he said. Lovian wondered if it were a riddle of some sort. It confused him. But he watched as the adviser disappeared into the hills.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:26 pm

Chapter Eleven - Fall For Me

It had been many months. Lovian had been training in Decay's private chambers every day. He sat down in his bedroom. He glared at a family portrait hung on the wall. It was at this moment that the door bust open, the doorknob smashing into the wall and making a loud clack. Lovian swung his head over his shoulder, glaring at his father who was in the doorway.

"Lovian! You sorry excuse for a son! You forgot to clean out the dinning room! Where are we supposed to eat now?" he screeched.

Lovian didn't like hearing his father's voice. "Starve, it would be much easier" he said under his breath. Somehow Fanir had heard it. His eyes widened.

"You'll never be a proper prince! Never! Sybil was always better than you! So much better! A better son, a better person, a better Shrom than you! Why can't you be more like him?" he growled. Lovian's pupils seemed to narrow in anger.

"I'm all you've got!" he said. Fanir snarled. "Just get the dinning room cleaned before I throw you in the dungeons for another month or two!" she slammed the door shut. Lovian glared back at the portrait. His hatred boiled inside him. Somehow without his own physical actions, long scratches ran through the faces of Hapel, Fanir, Aira, Bani, and Limp, and Drane on the portrait. Lovian stood up. His fists clenched. He ripped the door open, his skin seemed to dull. He walked forward seeing his father in the main family room. Everyone else was out, doing other things. Fanir looked at Lovian.

"Well what are you waiting for? Get to work!"

Lovian did not move. Simply staring at his father. "What did I just say?" Fanir snarled. "Lovian! You fool! Go get to it!"

Somehow the glass of the window behind Lovian busted. It shattered into a million pieces. Lovian's cloak began to move around as though wind were blowing it, but no such airs were present. He held his palm up, a purple light appeared in it and shot forward at Fanir. It coursed a pulse through his body that stung. He screamed, jumped up and looked at his son.
"How dare you?!" he shouted. Lovian glared at him. The floor around the prince began to ignite with purple flames. Lovian's fingertips shot forward, blasting Fanir with a bolt of purple in the shoulder, shooting him through the wall and into the next room. Fanir crashed onto the dinning room table. The white Shrom walked through the hole in the wall, licking his lips. He made a fist in the air. Fanir suddenly lost the ability to breathe. His arms felt numb and his neck began to swell. Finally Lovian released.

Fanir looked at his child, firing a bolt of green at him. It shattered before the prince, not even touching him. Lovian screeched as fires shot from the skin of his face at Fanir. It boiled his skin seemingly. The king began shouting and screaming. Lovian slightly grinned. The portraits around the room began to shred and burn with purple flames. They crumbled up and would die one way or another. A light of purple shot from the boy's fingers into his father's right eye. He screamed. Lovian grabbed his father by the neck. Fanir was in fear. He hadn't seen this type of magic before.

"What--what are you?!" he said. Lovian began laughing. That was when the door slammed open, Hapel had appeared with Aira and Drane. The three staring at him darkly. Hapel quickly took out a pink flower from atop her head. A dart of glowing pink light came from it and shot into Lovian's shoulder. He released his grip of his dad and looked to his mom. He simply scowled at her for a moment, cupping the place struck with his hand. Then his knees gave in and he fell to the ground.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:29 pm

Chapter Twelve - The Gates

Lovian sat in chains. There were coiled all around him, glowing in the anti-magic aura. They made for certain that no magic would be allowed. Lovian sat tied up like this in a seat among a large dark room. It was lit only by a few holes in the roof where the sunlight shone down from. Finally the doors to the room opened. Fanir came in. Lovian looked at his mother who was crouched on the ground next to him. She got up and walked up to her husband.

"It's a lie, isn't it?" she asked. He shook his head, rubbing the black eye Lovian had given him.
"No. It's true... our son... has been given dark magic" Fanir said fearfully. As though he were afraid to approach Lovian again.

"How? Honestly how could he have gotten a hold of that? There's nobody with that power within hundreds of miles of this place!" Hapel said.

"Obviously not! We're just going to have to sort this out. But for now he faces punishment. We can't have him anywhere among these grounds, or he'll curse us all." They both looked at him. Lovian sat with his fingers interlaced, simply wondering what was going on. What had he even done? His mind was fuzzy right now. He was having trouble remembering why he was sitting in chains. But he had a bad feeling about it.

The doors of the room came open. Seven Shroms came out. They looked very displeased, very angry. They were among the most colorful of Shroms. The ones who were Elders. They had lived for hundreds of years, absorbed so much power. They stopped as they had come up to Fanir and Hapel. The leading one, who Lovian recognized, came up to Fanir.
"He must not remain in the city" the Elder spoke in a hushed voice, as to keep Lovian from overhearing.

"But who is going to be king?" asked Fanir. "We don't have any more sons!"
"Any king will be better than him. Find someone. I don't care" the Elder declared. "But he has to go. We can't have... that evil come into our homes."

"You're saying we need to exile him?" Hapel said. "But what when the public finds out that we banished our own son?! What do we do then to protect our throne?"

"My queen..." the Elder spoke. "It's time to realize he's not your son anymore... He is no longer one of us. He is of the people of Dark Mountain... And we must banish him from our lands."
Hapel nodded. "Very well."

There was a long, drawn out moment in which Lovian just sat there. At last guards were called. They picked him up by the arms and dragged him to the doors. He exited the temple. He was slowly piecing together what had happened. Slowly he remembered what he had done. But it didn't seem like something he had done on purpose. Rather something that had happened on accident. But he could never truly figure out how he hadn't done it on purpose. How it simply... happened. He saw the enormous metal gates of the city of Shrombolia open before him.
"Um, what are you doing?" he asked the gigantic mob of guards around him.

"What are you doing with the prince?!" asked the civilians around. They gasped. The rains were beginning to pour down now. People surrounded the rims of the streets with their umbrellas. Some of them had tears in their eyes. Everyone hated Lovian, but they'd rather have him than be kingless. Shroms had to have a king. A true king, who was born of royal blood. The Great Dynasty... was falling apart...

"The prince has tried to overthrow your king and queen! He has grown impatient and tried to kill me, my wife, and his sisters. He tried to destroy the royal palace!" Fanir yelled.
They came out from the city, out of the gates and pushing through. The guards swung their arms, and let go. Lovian was flung far into the air and smashed down into what seemed like a lake of mud. He got up, his knees sinking back into the deep mud. He looked up at his city. His eyes were pouring with tears.

"Mom? Dad?!" he begged, holding out a hand. He saw his father standing at the front of the crowd of guards. His mother was next to him. She had already turned away and was gone. The guards slowly began to turn back too. Fanir simply stood with a gaze of hate and sadness. Disappointment. He turned, not looking back. Lovian felt his heart breaking, as though it were shattering in his chest and the shards were poking through his skin like sharp knives. Fanir soon vanished as the gates shut closed.

"No! Please! No!" Lovian said.

Lovian sobbed. He trudged through the mud, getting to he far end of it. He kept walking through the rain with his head hung low. The mud drowned his feet. The bottom of his white cloak was gray with the gloomy gray mud. He just kept going, kept trying. He looked back a few hundred times, till the kingdom of Shrombolia was just a spot in the horizon. The mud became less plentiful. Now he stood on a wet grassy plain. A few trees were scattered throughout. They dripped heavily with rain and the thundering patter of violent raindrops was ever loud. He heard a loud noise up ahead. It was a voice calling his name. His head shot up to gaze at it
"Lovian" it spoke. He saw the form of Decay standing by a group of trees, hiding in the shadows. Something looked much different about Decay. His eyes were shot with thick black veins and his slit-pupils had elongated and grown into more malevolent slits. The black markings on his skin were more noticable; their opacity seemed to have increased. His fingers were tipped with long black claws. When he touched the side of the tree, it burnt a big black handprint where his hand had laid.

"Decay?" Lovian asked. "What are you doing out here?"

"Listen to me..." Decay said. "There is a place you can go. They will take you in and they will help you escape this."

"Where?" asked Lovian.

"It is in the far south. Far, far, far away. It is a high place called Dark Mountain. They will not harm you or treat you cruelly once they have found that you have a bit of them inside of you..."
"You said that your magic would fix everything... this isn't fixed!" Lovian protested.

"LISTEN TO ME" Decay's voice hissed in a warped fashion. "You need to go there. It is the only way. They will make you feel loved. Just go there. That is the only place in Keros where you will feel welcome now..." with that his form vanished into a large whirlwind of black leaves that floated away into the air, being gone soon enough.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:34 pm

Chapter Thirteen - The Dark Plains

It had been several months. Lovian was growing ever more impatient with his travels. He had been traveling south all this time. He took Decay's word and went that way to find this Dark Mountain and the love that he was told he'd find there. He had passed through many different regions, passed several cities. He'd been chased by hundreds of Shrom patrols. Now he was far past the region that the Shroms occupied. Things were far more... desolate, down in this part of Keros. It was simply a grassy place. Long plains went on and on with some hills throughout them. There were trees in groups in different places. Some by themselves. Lovian steered away from forests to keep from being injured by animals in them. He'd already sustained plenty of injuries from hungry monsters on his way.

The skies had a strange aura to them here. They were a bit darker. The sky had a strange purplish tint to it. The stars didn't shine so brightly here. Up ahead though he could see clouds as black as the night. They were swirling above a place up ahead. The radiated from a certain point in the sky. As Lovian made it over a large hill and up to its crest, he overlooked his destination.

A few steps in front of him and he'd be in the plains just outside Dark Mountain... the Dark Plains. They were filled with huge trees without leaves. Scary trees that were colored black and full of briars and thorns. A purple colored fog flowed throughout the plains. Lovian could see an enormous mountain up ahead. The mountain literally touched the sky it seemed. The tip was covered in black clouds that seemed as though they were coming out of the top of the mountain itself. The mountain had the colors of black and purple in plentiful stock. He looked around seeing thousands, millions, billions, trillions of skeletons laying around the grounds of the plains. He walked forward into them, slowly his fear of this place was calmed. He was soon surrounded by the dark trees and the briars, going into the plains. Some of the trees had glowing eyes that glared at him.

He heard something. To his right he saw someone walking in the plains just as he were. It was an Allure. She was tall and colored grayish with long, glowing green hair and green eyes. Black markings, unnatural for Allures, covered her body. It was obvious she attained them from practice of the new dark magic. She smiled at the sight of Lovian and waved at him. He waved back, seeing it to be strange. The Allure skipped ahead into the dark, unpromising plains.
The trees around him seemed to whisper malevolent things. Their voices were soft and grew ever louder as he approached the mountain ahead. Some of the trees seemed to be dripping with a strange black liquid. Lovian inspected it, noticing that it seemed to whisper to him when he got close. It freaked him out, as he went on...

The plains were dark. Winged creatures would swoop by overhead--too far for Lovian to see them as anything but a shape. He heard the lowly echoes of creatures far away and the horrific sounds of something trudging nearby. He kept to the shadows, avoiding being detected. But he knew that he had probably already been.


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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:35 pm

Chapter Fourteen - Dark Mountain

It was the moment that would change his life... forever. He had made his way to the mountain. The interior of the mountain was what he desired. There was an enormous opening in the ground, a hole. Of course, it looked like there were hundreds of these holes throughout the mountain. Creatures slipped in and out of them as they pleased. Each that came out seemed a bit darker than the ones that usually came in. He slipped down the large opening and into the cave. The cave walls were purple and black, lined with dripping black slime. His ankles were covered with a thin sea of black slime and a strange black fog lifted up from the surface of the fluid.

He simply kept walking, despite the strangeness of it all. Soon it was up to knee-height in the black sludge. The slime glowed purple down beneath in several areas. It would light up and then vanish. It bubbled around, gurgled, made strange noises. It seemed to be alive as whispers of unseen souls would protrude from the surface of the liquid. The fog was floating up around Lovian's neck now. He felt it all to be rather odd. He had an uneasy and nervous feeling in his stomach. He looked to his right, seeing the Allure in which he'd spotted earlier.

"So what exactly is this place?" Lovian asked. The Allure looked at him with a smile. Her hair seemed even more luminous up close.

"This is Dark Mountain, don't you know about it?" she asked.

"Not really..." Lovian admitted.

"Then why are you here? How did they let you in?" she asked. "You shouldn't be here..."
"I was sent here by my teacher" Lovian said. "I was... exiled from my kingdom for something I don't even remember doing. Now I'm just doing as he says. He said I'd be safe here" Lovian told her. She smiled again.

"Ohhh. I see. Well, your teacher might have neglected to tell you that this is where we Followers go to. The Darkness keeps us safe here. It won't let out oppressors harm us" she replied, patting Lovian on the back. "Do you even know what powers you posses?"

Lovian shrugged. "No. I mean, my teacher has been showing me this new branch of magic lately but I don't think it has anything to do with this."

She giggled. "Um, I hate to break it to you--but you're really wrong. I bet your teacher has been teaching you Dark Magic, without your conscent. You poor guy!" she laughed. "Well, if you're powerful enough to have been allowed in here, I'd say you've got awesome potential to be a Follower. I came from Alister. I'm an outlaw. The name's Kalit." She said shaking his hand.
He smiled. If everyone else around here was as friendly as her, he might think about staying a while. "Hi Kalit. My name is Lovian. I came from Shrombolia."

Her eyes widened. "Wait... wait, wait, wait... You mean, PRINCE Lovian?" she asked. Her catty ears pricked up. She placed a hand over her mouth. Lovian nodded, having a confused expression.

"Oh my badness!" she said. "You've got to be joking!"

"No... I'm not joking" Lovian said. She suddenly smiled. Her tail flicked Lovian in the side. She gave him a playful punch to the shoulder.

"That's awesome! Can't wait to see how you turn out! You know, you should nest with me, we could be good friends!" she said.

"Nest with you?" Lovian asked.

"Yeah, this mountain is filled with billions of chambers. Some of them are called nests. They're like dorms or appartments, but Darkness style" she said. Lovian's face brightened.
"I'd love to" he replied. "So now that we're going on in here, could ya tell me some more about this place?"

"Oh, right, right! Sorry. Well, a few thousand years ago, the Darkness settled here. It got tired of wandering Keros forever, having nowhere to rest and constantly being exposed to the Immortals. So it eventually found a place it turned into a solid fortress. And it's been here ever since."

"Ok, so what is the Darkness exactly?" asked Lovian.

"Well, you're stepping in some of it" Kalit said pointing to the slime. "This slime is called Darksludge. Most of the Followers prefer to sleep in it, to bathe in it, to swim in it, you know. But most of the Darkness consists of a bunch of living black clouds. The Darkness is a force of black magic that consumes stuff. It's the most powerful form of magic in the land. It was built by this guy named Eternal, millions of years ago. Eternal first made it so it would restore peace to Keros by killing evildoers and sinners and the like. There were about a hundred years of peace in the land because of it. He called it the Light. But the Light grew out of control and eventually it stopped destroying evil. Instead it began absorbing evil. So then it became what it sought to destroy. But in actuality, the Darkness is the most friendly thing I've ever encountered. It's treated me better than my whole family has treated me. It's loved me like I'm its daughter. And I love it. I want to punch people who call it evil. It's the best chance of restoring absolute peace to Keros."

Lovian was pondering it all. He looked at Kalit. "Well, if it's that friendly, I'd better stay. I've been here thirty minutes and I've already been treated better here than I have anywhere else in my life."

Kalit tilted her head. "Didn't you have a very good life back in Shrombolia? You were a prince. You should have had it made..."

"Being a prince isn't the best thing..." Lovian said. "For one, I'm only the leading prince because my brother died. He was the original lead prince. For another, when you have parents as terrible as mine... you really want to get away."

Kalit nodded. "Yeah, there's been a lot of talk amongst outcasts about how... corrupt King Fanir is."

"I don't get what the other empires see is so great about the Shrom Empire..." Lovian said.
Kalit sighed. "It's wealthy, it's got a good military, and it's got a lot of territory. That's what they see. It has a strong dynasty ruling it. It's got a leader who is really good at persuading others and convincing people. I've seen some of those speeches, you're parents are very charismatic."
Lovian nodded. "Yeah." They began walking down the tunnels. Kalit would show him which ways to go. He spotted other people heading with them. Finally he looked at her. "So where is it we're going right now?" he asked.

"Well" Kalit began, "first we're going to become Followers. We have to go to the Transfigurator. It will initiate us. We'll be members of the Darkness's family then. After that you and I will pick out a nest. Let's see if we can get a big one that has a crevice or opening or something so we can get a good view of the mountains and the plains."
"Sounds good. What do they usually do when you get initiated? Transfigurator... that word means changer" Lovian asked nervously.

"Oh, don't worry. Nothing bad. They just... well, they... you'll just have to see" she said. Lovian didn't know what to think. He just kept walking. Finally they came up to a large wall at the end of the chamber. It had many strange symbols on it. A group of other creatures were behind them. A few Lovian recognized as Shroms. Finally the wall split apart in a pie-slice style, each pieces sliding into the wall. He stepped through, the first to go. He heard the cheering shouts of what sounded like millions of people.

The room was enormous. All around millions of creatures were standing in large stadium-style platforms along the enormous walls. Black clouds ran around the walls, holding the invisible platforms up. People shouted and cheered and made shouting noises.
In the center of the room was a hexagonal platform. The vertices though were sharp and pointy and in a way they were a simply look of menace.

"STEP FORWARD" shouted a voice unseen, that shook the room. Lovian stepped onto a strange invisible bridge that connected the doorway to the large platform. It took several long moments, but eventually he made it to the enormous platform. As he stood in the middle, he grew ever nervous. He looked back at Kalit who was smiling and giving him a thumbs-up. He was too nervous to smile, but gave her a thumbs-up as well. He heard a loud voice shouting a strange language he knew not. But he thought he recognized some of the words from things he'd heard Decay say.

A blinding purple light appeared in the air above him. He looked up seeing the night sky above the tips of the mountain tops. But it wasn't the night sky, it was the Darkness with what looked like purple stars floating around. They orbited an enormous purple orb of light above Lovian. He raised his fingers over his eyes to try to get a better look at what was blinding him. But he didn't have the time. A ray of purple light shot from the orb onto Lovian. It was in that moment that Kalit's eyes widened to full extent and her jaw dropped as far as it could. She heard Lovian screaming, screaming as loud as he could.

Within the long, drawn out light, Lovian's body disassembled. It blasted apart slowly yet suddenly and shattered into a million pieces. His soul still remained, being stretched and knifed by darts of energy. Suddenly his soul shattered, yet in some way still remained. It was burnt by unseen fires. Then his magical core was taken and stretched out into a formation that looked like a spider's web. It was twisted into every way possible. All that could be seen from the outside was a simply white light and a black aura surrounding it. Screaming and a singeing fire sound were all that could be heard.

It felt like Lovian was super heated and vaporized over and over again. It felt like he was froze into an ice cube and broken over and over. It felt like a million bees biting his flesh and digging into him. Like a billion maggots were crawling deep into Lovian and eating him alive. Like he was being pierced by trillions of blades. Like he was being beheaded over and over again. Some of the pain was literally describable. No words could touch them.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:37 pm

Chapter Fourteen - The Afterling

The lights had stopped, the ray reascended. The pain all around Lovian was gone... for the most part. He had spent ninety four days in that state. Now everyone around him was waking up, looking at him and cheering.

What? Lovian thought. He looked at himself. It was very strange. He was much, much taller. His skin... it was black. He felt naked. What happened to his cloak? It was gone. He didn't have any clothes on. But it was odd because his body didn't look the same. In a way it looked like he still had a cloak on. His body trailed off into a column of black slime and smoke. He looked at his hands. They were tipped with long, dangerous claws. He felt around his face and his body. He was made of that black liquid, the Darksludge. A strange mirrior in the shape of a vortex, spinning round and round appeared in front of him with a flash of light as it expanded outward. He looked at his face. He found it to be quite different... and he looked at it to be an improvement. His mouth was full of long, sharp, black fangs. His tongue was a long, black, forked one. His eyes were big and they glowed purple. He could make them pupil-less if he so desired. But for the time being, long black slits made up the pupils. He loved every bit of his appearance and his new powers. He felt extraordinary. But his outlook on everything was different. He felt fiendish in some ways. He raised his arms up, loudly screaming out as everyone around him cheered.

He looked back at his friend, Kalit. Her eyes were wide, she was screaming and cheering. She looked like a girl at a concert who was madly in love with the singer. She screamed out for Lovian and his new body. Lovian licked his "lips" though he had none, and walked off of the platform to the other side where the exit was.

Kalit rammed at the other future Followers and made her way to the front. She stepped onto the platform. There was a pause and finally, the ray shot down on her. Lovian could hear her screaming. He sat down... it would be a long ninety four days...

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:40 pm

Chapter Fifteen - Looking Deeper

It was over. Oddly for this one is only lasted thirty seven days. Lovian woke up, looking at his friend. The ray and light had vanished, leaving her standing in the platform. She looked so much different. She was taller, and had long, flowing black hair. It seemed living. It flowed around her like she was submerged underwater. Her eyes were a beautiful purple color and like Lovian, her clothes had also vanished. She looked like she was still wearing something though, but she wasn't. Unlike Lovian though, she had a lump around her chest to signal that she was female. She examined herself in the mirror and felt around at the slimy surface of her body. Finally she cheered out with all of the others. She ran over to Lovian, giving him a high-five.

"Lovian! Look at me! I'm beautiful!" she said. Lovian smiled. "Yeah, you look good. How about me?" he asked.

"You look amazing!" she said. "Now let's go get a nest!"

They spent an hour looking for nests. One was never as good as the next they'd view. Finally they found one that was perfect. It was a large chasm with a large "window" which was really just a hole with many strange black weeds latched across to take the illusion of an actual window. They both looked out of it and at the mountains and the plains.

"Such beauty... the Darkness has" Lovian said. Kalit nodded. "Yep" she said. She looked back at the large room. "Now we need to decide how we're going to set this place up. Should we make hanging beds or should we fill this place with Darksludge and sleep in large pools of it? How do you want to do things Lovian?" she asked.

Lovian thought for a moment. "Well, it doesn't really matter to me. But... it's rather hard to decide."

Some of Kalit's hair swung by, sliding across Mallis's face. He caught some of it with his hand and she gave him a confused glance. "You're hair is very soft" he said. "And it's not made of Darksludge either."

"Well not everything about the Followers are made of Darksludge. You and I are made almost entirely out of the slime, but that's only because the Darkness saw it fitting. Usually people aren't so fortunate. They might get a few limbs made of Darksludge and that's the maximum" she said. "I wonder why it chose us to be so... so different. It took it ninety four days to corrode you... It usually only takes about thirty... I wonder why."

Lovian shrugged. "I don't know. But anyways. I'd say it would be good to fill some of this nest with the slime. Not all though... I don't know what we could do with the rest."

Kalit snipped off some hair with her claws and felt it with her fingers. Suddenly the hairs in which she'd subtracted from grew longer until it was replenished. Lovian saw it. He got an idea. He took a bit of her own hair and felt it.

"This probably sounds strange... but do you think we could make beds out of your hair? It's... great Keros, it's the softest, most soothing thing I've ever felt" Lovian said.

Kalit giggled. "Sure" she said pulling some. It began to grow longer and longer. They began snipping it from her head and piling it into a large nest similar to the kinds birds would make and stashing them up on large rocks found in the cavern. Then they decided to fill the rest of the room with the slime. They both sucked in their sides and then let out, it almost felt like a relief. Black slime poured out from the bottom of their forms, spilling everywhere. It was all over the floor and grew to the height of an average creature's thigh. Afterwards Lovian slumped back on the pile of rocks heaping out from the surface of the water and relaxing. He was still aching all over from the corrosion. Kalit sat down next to him.

"The Darkness will give us a while to heal. But afterwards we should really be asking it for tasks. If we fulfill tasks it will raise us up, make us stronger. We'll be able to have more control and command in its forces. We will become leaders" Kalit said looking to Lovian with a very fiendish expression. He smiled, almost wickedly.

"Yes... and we will show all of those people who turned us away what we're really made of..."
Kalit nodded. "While we're thinking about it, we should probably share with each other more about why we're here. I've wanted to know. Tell me more about why you decided to come here, prince" she said.

Lovian sighed. "It's a long story. A life-long story. But to put it all in short, my parents are evil. They've never liked me. I'm a white Shrom--or... was as white Shrom. And because I was colorless and didn't have any special magical markings, I was discriminated. People don't like that. Shroms hate colorless Shroms. They ricidule those who are different than them. And so I was bullied my entire life. Mistreated and scorned. When my brothers and sister died... I was the new oldest in the family, I had to take the throne when I got older. But of course my parents never wanted me to. I could tell. They were sad Sybil was gone--mostly because I'd have to take his place. So then I got really depressed after so much stuff started to happen. I'd go out to this special Cherry Tree of mine and sit and just sob my head off. A place where I could be alone. One day the royal advisor of the kingdom, Decay... he came out and told me he could help me. So he started teaching me all about this new type of magic. I suppose after I got advanced enough, it took control of me and I attacked my father. He turned me into the Elders, I was banished. Decay told me to come here. That about wraps it up. What about you?"
"Well... I'm kinda like you. Nobody's ever really liked me. Nobody. I... I just feel like people never cared about me. I was different than everyone else. I was born of Sleeth blood. A Sleeth is a creature from a realm called Promus, not from around here. So... I look--or looked a lot different than most Allures. My head structure was slightly different. I had a different pigment of skin. My eyes had strange designs in them. I can go on. But anyways, they never treated me right. They just didn't care about me. So soon I got in a bad fight with this sorcerer named Sobla. He cursed me and the hex poisoned me. It got to the point where I couldn't walk right. I got obsessed with the Darkness after a Follower returned to Alister and told everyone about how great it was. How much freedom and happiness it promised. But soon the curse poisoned me even more. One day at school I just... I stopped breathing. And I was an inch away from death when that Follower came, pumped some Dark Magic into me, and I lived. He was exiled, but I came with him. He taught me more... and I learned fast. I came here afterwards and well... that's my story. I suppose we have a lot in common" she said. Lovian nodded.

"We do. A lot it seems... Well, we'd better get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow" he said. He got up into the nest which was enormous and would easily house several people. He laid his head down on Kalit's hair which was still flowing and living, not dying even as it was cut from her. She curled up like a cat on the opposite side of the nest, snoozing away.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:43 pm

Chapter Sixteen - A Job To Be Done

It had been a week. Now their immense aching had stopped. There was still a small amount of discomfort, but it for the most part had vanished by what seemed like magic. They had received their first task from a Darkness Leadmaster: retrieve a Shalestine named Oldivir from a village outside of Ralem called Solgem. Bring him back to Dark Mountain.

By now they had the capability of flight and super speed. A trip that took Lovian several months, took them only a few hours. They had arrived at the entrance to the village. It was small and in Lovian's eyes: ugly. Terrible. Pathetic. Stupid. He saw it as a piece of trash. It was full of houses and large majestic trees and berry bushes. They hid in a group of bushes, which died from their horrid auras.

"Alright, so the man's name is Oldivir... how do we find him do you think?" asked Lovian.

"Well obviously we can't just walk up to someone and ask them where to find him. The entire village would be under alarms if we showed ourselves. The authorities would arrive and boot us out. So... we'll have to find some way to sneak in and see if anyone matches him. We'll listen in on local talk, see if we can find anything. Luckily you and I are both made entirely out of Darksludge, so we can shapeshift pretty awesomely. We can disguise ourselves as ordinary objects and sneak in. Watch" Kalit said. Her body suddenly narrowed and shrunk until it simply looked like a black rat on the ground, with purple eyes. Lovian smiled as his body soon did the same.

They snuck out of the bushes, scurrying up to the entrance of the village, a large set of open gates guarded by two gray-skilled Shalestine soldiers. The soldiers didn't even notice the two rats sneak inside. Afterwards they dodged the people running along the streets and walked along the edges of the buildings. Occasionally a woman would scream at notice of the rats, but soon it was dismissed.

They made their way in to the local bar, a place that most of the town's talk was. The two rats slipped into a place behind one of the tables and began talking.

"If we can shapeshift, why don't we just turn into a Shalestine and ask questions?" asked Lovian.

"They'll still know something is up. We might be able to Shapeshift, but no matter what we'll still have darker skin tone and our eyes will look kinda purply. But when we get promoted, that will go away and we'll be able to shapeshift perfectly" Kalit replied. Lovian's ratty head nodded.
"But you know... I think we should give it a try... Just make clothes and a hood. Keep your hood up."

Lovian and Kalit soon grew until they looked like two average people. They were tall Shalestines, which were creatures with grayish skin and cat-like heads with enormous bat-like ears. By default they had purplish eyes, so the eye defect of Lovian's shapeshifting wasn't noticed. He formed a black cloak around him and put the hood up. Kalit did the same. They got out from under the table, making sure nobody had seen their transfiguration. Then they walked up to the bar and ordered two drinks.

As Lovian sipped into his red wine, he looked at the bartender. "So, you heard anything on a man named Oldivir?" he asked. The Shalestine who was cleaning a wine-glass, looked at him.
"Oldivir... you mean the man who is going around with the protests?" he asked. Lovian and Kalit both looked at each other. "Yeah" he said, not knowing if it was right or not.
"Well... he's going to have a speech in this very bar in a few hours. Why? What do you need to know about him?" asked the bartender.

"Um... just wondering is all" Lovian replied. The bartender sensed there was something deeper. Being slightly creeped out, he stepped away to tend to his glasses of wine and take care of other customers. Lovian and Kalit stuck their heads close to whisper to each other.
"We'll stay here. If he's having a speech here we can capture him during or afterwards, or in the beginning even. What do you think?" asked Lovian.

"Hmm... I suppose we could reveal ourselves and capture him during the speech. It would shock the crowd and we'd probably have enough time to fly away before they could call authorities" she said.

"Right. Sounds good" Lovian said. They sat there for several hours, filling themselves up with wine. But it didn't intoxicate them. All food and beverages they ate that had no powerful properties were burnt up inside of them. They didn't need food or drink. As finally the time had arrived, they spotted a pale-skinned Shalestine come into the bar with papers in his hand. He was dressed up nicely and there was a sudden large arrival of people who were taking seat in the bar to listen to this man. Another Shalestine got up on the stage. He spoke into the microphone.

"Hello again, Shalestines of Solgem. Tonight we're having a new speaker. His name is Oldivir Raldir. Lately he's been preaching to the public about the threat rising in a place called Dark Mountain. He's here with us tonight to talk to us a little on that. So please give a warm welcome to Mister Oldivir Raldir" he said stepping away from the microphone. The people began clapping. The pale-skinned Shalestine stepped up to the microphone with his papers. He was smiling; seemed like a people-person.

"Thank you" he said as the applause ceased. "So this gentleman said, I will be talking to you about something a lot of us don't take into account. We're so focused on these other wars with other nations right now, that we don't have time to look at some of the more obscure threats. A lot of people don't even believe in it, but I know it is quite real... the Darkness is a force that dwells within the mountain in the far south, millions of miles from here. Yeah, everyone says it's fake. But it's not! It is a real thing! I know a lot of people who have been there. I myself will travel that way in a week or so to view it from a distance" he spoke.
"Or he'll be traveling there in a few moments" Kalit whispered to Lovian. He giggled.

"Dark Mountain is an ever rising threat. It is constantly sending out servants to gather people and turn them against us. Look at what they did to the son of King Fanir, ruler of the Shrom people!"

Lovian's fists tightened. Kalit grabbed his shoulder. "Calm down, let's see what he has to say first. We'll get him caught eventually..."

Oldivir kept going. "They transformed that child into a monster who attacked his father! The king denies it. He says that Lovian was only trying to overthrow him. But there have been many growing theories by people like me of a different story. I believe someone within the kingdom showed that boy things they ought not to have showed him. He grew into a monster in the shadows and eventually attempted to murder his own father. If we allow this to come into our homes and become part of us, that will be us. We are so focused on our economy and our military that we can't focus on these things. Everyone says that the Darkness is just a myth... but they are wrong!"

People began clapping. "I'd say that's good" Kalit said. "Now we know why the Darkness wants him. He's spreading vicious propaganda. Let's get 'em" she said. Suddenly her form blazed forth, bursting with purple flames into her primary form. The form of a vile child of the Darkness. Lovian's form did the same. At the sound of the transfiguration, the heads of the crowd turned to look at them. Oldivir's face was priceless. His eyes widened, jaw dropping. He pointed.
"There! See! Monsters! Those are children of the Darkness! See! I told you!" he said.

Kalit shouted, flying forward and over the crowd. She tackled Oldivir on the stage. Lovian moved through the crowd like smoke, leaping onto the stage.

"Help! Help! HELP!" Oldivir said. He began slashing them with bolts of yellow, but it was no use.
"Call the soldiers! Hurry!" people began screaming. They stood up, amazed and shocked. They didn't dare try to attack the two monsters. Lovian grew two enormous dragonic wings on his back. From the waist down his body burst into enormous tentacles that wrapped around Oldivir like many snakes. Kalit grew her own set of wings. Lovian shot up into the air, blasting a hole through the roof and lifting off into the skies, Kalit in his wake.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:46 pm

Chapter Seventeen - New Fear

King Fanir walked down the halls of the Elders' temple. He was angry, his fists clenched. He didn't want to be down here, and he was extremely nervous. He knew it had something to do with Lovian. They didn't call him down there for just any reason. It had to be urgent. He bolted through a pair of doors with many symbols carved into them. He came into an enormous circular room with a large dome-like window above it. The window was old and had many symbols painted on it. The sun shined down through the window and because of the window's color, purplish blue light shot throughout the room. There was a bowl in the middle of the room on a large statue that was of a dragon's claw. In the bowl there was a glowing purple liquid that shined brightly. The elders surrounded this bowl. It was at least twenty feet in diameter. Fanir stood with them, looking into the bowl.

"Why have you summoned me?" he asked.

"It is quite... urgent" said one of the more colorful Elders, Elder Zabrul. Zaburl was gray colored but with thousands of multicolored markings all over him. He had purple, blue, silver, white, and even some yellow around him. Some was cyan as well. It was an artwork among his skin and much of it seemed to glow.

"I know, that's why I'm worried. It's not that often I get a call down here" Fanir said. There was a long pause, the Elders did not look eager to speak.

"My king... it's about... you're son..." Zabrul said.
"Lovian" Fanir said.

"Yes... Lovian. We were just looking back at the sample we took from him those months ago, the day he was banished" Zabrul said. He waved his hand out in front of him. A large wad of glowing strands of light came up from the liquid in the bowl. They looked like the width of single hairs, but glowing and more visible and as if a vapor. They were actually liquid, blood from Lovian.

"There was something we did not catch upon first glance of the DNA. We were too focused on finding the Dark Magic within..." Zabrul said. The DNA strands elongated until it showed a close-up of the genes and the different cells inside. Several of them were a glowing gold color, in a spider-web style stretched across several strands.

"Do you know what that is?" Zabrul asked pointing to the web of gold.
"Does it look like I do?" Fanir hissed. Zabrul sighed.

"It appears... your son has been gifted by his makers... greatly. He is an Immortal. We banished an Immortal..."

Fanir's face dropped of emotions. All but despair broke in. He looked as though he were doomed. "...What?" he asked. "...No, no, that can't be right."

Zabrul made a slightly angry expression. "Are you saying I'm wrong?" he asked. "Are you saying we're mistaken?"

Fanir didn't want to deny them, but at the same time he felt as though they were making a mistake. "I don't know! How could he be an Immortal? How could that boy be something like that? How?!"

Zabrul shook his head. "That is not my place to know! I could never know how the spirits chose him to be one. But the fact is, he could have had amazing potential for a king! Imagine it Fanir, the first king of the Shroms who is an Immortal! He would have made your dynasty the finest, most amazing in all of the land... But now look..." Zabrul said, getting much more serious. "We threw him out."

"You told us to!" Fanir said. "You're the ones who said he needed to be banished!"

"Don't blame any of this on us Fanir!" Zabrul growled. "YOU'RE the one who mistreated that boy! Do you honestly think we're that ignorant? We've watched you, even when you didn't know it! We know how all of you treated him. The only member of your family who has ever treated Lovian with proper love was Sybil, and even then Sybil didn't pay much attention to his younger brother! I for one have sympathy for Lovian! Now I could never begin to ponder who it was that led him to all of this Dark Magic, but can you honestly blame the child? If his teacher was kind and promised Lovian good things, what reason would the boy have to reject it? Tell me" Zabrul said.

Fanir was speechless. He muttered out a bit of a stutter, but that was it. Zabrul was not pleased. "Exactly!" he said. "This is more your fault than anyone else's. You're the reason for this. Now look at what's happened. Our spies told us he's made his way to Dark Mountain."
"What? No!" Fanir said in disbelief. "He... he couldn't have made it out there!"

"Well he did. Now I'd assume he's been transformed. All hope is lost now. If he decided to attack us we'll stand no chance. And if the Darkness finds out about this..."

"...Then what?" Fanir said, feeling hopeless. His eyes were telling a million emotions of hopelessness, despair, and doom.

"Then he will rise above all the other Followers... The Darkness will use him to its advantage and make him its biggest weapon. There will not be a single person who can stand against him. It's bad enough he's a Follower now, but added that he has all this extra power... I doubt even the Immortals themselves could stand against him. So when he returns I suggest you and your family give him your most sincere apologies and see if he is willing to make a truce with Shrombolia. We can't afford him to unleash fury on this kingdom" Zabrul said. "See if you can get this conflict resolved. It's bad enough we've lost a prince, but now our entire kingdom is under siege."

"I'll take care of it" Fanir said. Before he could walk out, Zabrul grabbed him by the shoulder, giving him a rather serious glance.

"Will you?" he asked. Fanir nodded before turning away, leaving the Elders to watch him exit in weary footsteps.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:48 pm

Chapter Eighteen - Favored Odds

As Lovian dropped Oldivir on the ground, he and Kalit both stood back to watch. Several Leadmasters looked at them both, very pleased. They were tall creatures made entirely of black smoke with vaporous purple eyes. Their voices were distorted as if they were speaking underwater.

"Thank you, Lovian and Kalit... We are very pleased. This fool has been spreading rumors around, vicious propaganda. He's been turning the people of the world against us. Such a deed... cannot go unpunished..." the first said. It looked at him. A long tentacle made of smoke emerged from its body and touched Oldivir on the ground. A blast of purple light followed the trail of smoke, hitting Oldivir. He gave out a horrendous scream as his body began blasting into flames, blood shooting out like a fire-cracker everywhere. He was at last nothing more than a splatter of blood on the floor and some dust.

Lovian grinned. He and Kalit gave a bow to the Leadmasters before they were about to leave.
"Lovian, actually we would like you to stay for a moment" said one of them.
The confused Follower looked up at them. "Yes, sirs?" he asked.

The Leadmaster looked at him. "Lovian while you were gone, we were looking over your corrosion process as we found it extremely unusuall for it to have taken so long. And... we discovered something very different about you... Lovian, did you know that you possess great powers? Powers beyond yours or my own imagination? You are... you are an Immortal. One of the great beings chosen by chance, by the spirits to be a guardian and protector of Keros..."
Lovian's face turned into both confusion and amazement. "What? No. Surely not me."

"It is true. You have never been aware of this power?"

"No" Lovian replied.

"Interesting... Well, I know this may seem strange to you, but the Darkness has always searched for an Immortal who would be willing to work with it. Be willing to... help it out... in short, lead it. We would like an emperor over us, a lord of the Darkness. Someone who will command it completely and be it's guidance. We need you Lovian, to be that person..."
Lovian's eyes widened. Finally. He had a kingdom where someone wanted him to be king. He grinned. "I accept" he said. Kalit made a happy face, she was clapping and cheering for Lovian.

"Another thing" said the Leadmaster. "We have realized that in your Shrom Divine language, Lovian means Lover... eh... we cannot have a leader whose name means such a thing. The Darkness reached into the beyond and found a very suitable name it favors for you. It would like to name you Mallis, which in your Divine language, still means Malice."

"Sounds even better" Mallis said. He rubbed his hands together maliciously. "I can't wait to get started."

"That's the spirit" said the leadmaster. "Now, come with us and we'll make you a throne. Your partner, Kalit. What be of her?"

"She... shall be my lietenant. I want her to be at my right hand" Mallis said. Kalit jumped up with fiendish delight. She ran up to Mallis, giving his arm a squeeze. Then the lead masters led Mallis down a wide chasm and into the dark...

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:51 pm

Chapter Nineteen - The Dark King

The new throne Mallis sat on was large. It was a huge black chair made out of bones, metal, purple fire and of course the strange black smoke that was the essence of the Darkness. The throne was seated firmly on a heaping pile of black clouds amongst an enormous room underground in the mountain, near its top though. The room was enormous, and perfect for Mallis's empire to unfold from. Sitting on the heap of black clouds, leaning against the side of his throne was Kalit. She was very happy with her new position.

"Lord Mallis" spoke one of the Leadmasters just outside of the heap. "We would like to know, what is your first order as king of the Darkness? We have showed you our secrets and our ways of military. Tell us, what do you plan to do?"

Mallis thought for a moment. "Hmmm... well, the first thing I did observe, was that our current fighting forces will not do. I have lived as a Shrom prince, thus I know what the enemy has in their military. No wonder we've remained a myth for centuries. We don't have the fighting power to make ourselves known..."

"And what do you plan to do with our forces?" asked the lead master.

Mallis grinned. He stood up and walked down the heap. "I am going to revolutionize the military of the Darkness. When I do, nobody, not even the great Allures can stand in our way. I have an idea for the ultimate soldier. The fighting machines that will conquer our enemies... We shall call them Darklings. They will be composed of three simple things: Darksludge, Darkness, and Soul Shards. And on special occassions an extra element if they are a special case. We'll take my soul and split into billions and billions of pieces. I will keep the biggest piece which will constantly regenerate itself and never truly be put out. The tiny pieces will go to these Darklings so that they will have a piece of my power within them. I will also be able to control them very easily, in case something like an uprising would come across us. The Darklings will be elite. We will produce them trillions by the hour and create a massive brood. Nothing will stand in our way."

The leadmasters all looked at each other, grinning. It was obvious they were very pleased with Mallis. "This sounds extremely promising, my lord. But are you sure your soul can withstand that?"

"I am an Immortal. I can withstand anything. Now, we will begin building this army up tomorrow morning. We will split my soul and then begin designing and creating the Darklings tonight. I have a good feeling about this" Mallis said sitting back on his throne.

"How are we going to be able to fit all of these Darklings inside of this mountain? We're already having trouble finding room for all of the souls laying in here from all the thousands of years the Darkness has been around" protested one of the Leadmasters.

"There's a simple solution: we move out of Dark Mountain. I mean, not completely. We'll still use this mountain, perhaps as our capital. But we need to expand. This place simply isn't enough for the Darkness. It deserves so much more, so, so much more. Why would we make our dear friend starve? The Darkness has an entire world to feast on, let it expand and grow all over! Not even the other Immortals will be able to stand up to it once my plan has begun!" Mallis said.

"You... you are certainly right. You are perhaps the best thing that has ever happened to the Darkness, your highness. I can already tell this will lead us into an era of prosperity. We will go and start the preparations for the soul splitting. We'll see you in a little bit, Lord Mallis" said one of the Leadmasters. Mallis nodded as they left the throne room. Now it was just he and Kalit.
Kalit folded her arms on the arm of the throne and placed her head on her hands. She looked up at her king. "You are so smart, you know?"

Mallis smiled. "I know" he bragged. "Now... we're going to make all of those people pay. My army will conquer all of these lands. I will stop at nothing to get revenge over my family and all that they've done! When the Darklings have risen, first we strike Shrombolia... and I will have my sweet, sweet revenge..."

Kalit smiled. "And then?"

"Then we will strike Alister, for you" he added. She smiled. "Thank you!" she said.

"So, what exactly does Kalit mean?" Mallis asked. She shrugged. "Well" Mallis went on, "I do think you deserve a proper name since you are now second-in-command of the Darkness. How about... Mistress."

Her eyes lit up. "Ooh, I like the sound of that. I'm the Mistress of the Darkness! The leading female... Yes!" she said.

Mallis smiled. "I thought you'd like that. So Mistress--or I could call you Missy."

"I like that nickname" she said.

"Good, good. So Missy, what do you think of all of this?" he asked her.
"I think you're the best person the Darkness could have chosen to be the ruler. You're incredibly wise, you're strong, you're clever, you're extremely charismatic, you're overall just perfect. I can tell the Darkness will be going into an age of extreme prosperity..."

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:53 pm

Chapter Twenty - Mallis' Army

Mallis stepped out from the dark and into the glow of purple light. He walked forward on a large pathway made of black smoke and some strange black hexagonal stones that lit up bright purple when he stepped on them. He slithered forward onto a large platform behind held up by many large curved and twisting pillars of black rocks. Many bridges connected the platform with the walls surrounding it. On the platform were the Leadmasters.

Mallis came to them and stood in the center of the platform. They looked at him. "Are you ready?" they asked. He nodded. They all stood around him, stretching out their long arms tipped with claws towards him. They spoke in a strange language as Mallis's chest began to glow bright purple. It pulsed as an aura of purple grew around him, thousands of tiny lavender sparks shot out all around him, flowing in the air and finally dropping to the world below the platform.

The Leadmasters lowered their arms. "Now your soul will split on its own as the Darklings are produced. That was just to get your soul to allow that. Now... let us watch as your army arises..." Suddenly the platform glowed as each of them blasted into clouds of black smoke, gone...

They reappeared in a new location. It was on a large ledge, a balcony to the end of a long chasm. It overlooked an enormous room with a ceiling about a mile above. The Darkness began to rumble around the room as the lavender sparks fell from a place in the room and began to pound in the Darkness. Mallis held out his palm and shot out a strange magenta ray of lightning into the clouds, pushing his vision into them. After the ray had vanished, he lowered his hand and looked at the clouds. Immediately they sprayed the slime everywhere, boiling up and forming large creatures made of this slime with glowing purple eyes. They were similar to Mallis and Mistress.

"Mallis, what is it that we're going to do about our current military members? The Followers..."
"Transform them into Darklings. They will benefit greatly" Mallis said. The Leadmasters nodded.
It took several hours, but finally there were many Darklings. So many that they formed large piles in the enormous room. Mallis overlooked them all from the balcony. His voice magnified as though he were using a microphone.

"Hello, and welcome to life, my children" Mallis spoke. His forked tongue flickered once and ran across his lip-less mouth a single slide. "Today, you are named the Darklings. For you are among the Darkness, the biggest power among your home, Keros. Welcome to Dark Mountain, our very great place of living. Here you shall live as you fight for your lands and take orders from me. Tomorrow will be your first day on the job. We will strike the city of Shrombolia, and send them a message..."

The Darklings all growled, shouted, and snarled with cheer. "ALL HAIL LORD MALLIS! ALL HAIL LORD MALLIS!" They shouted. "ALL HAIL LORD MALLIS! LORD OF THE DARKNESS! ALL HAIL LORD MALLIS! ALL HAIL LORD MALLIS!"

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:57 pm

Chapter Twenty One - Battle of The Kings

It was already a gloomy day. The skies were gray, very gray. It was muddy outside from the fresh rain. The smell of fresh rain... Lovian had always loved it. But Lovian was gone now. Now only Mallis remained. He was in the skies, along with thousands of other creatures. Black clouds, the Darkness, moved across the skies disguising itself as a storm and carrying within the clouds thousands, perhaps millions of the Darklings. Mallis laid down, getting rest before the upcoming attack. Though he'd wake in a few minutes, they were almost there.

The ground below passed by quickly as the Darkness moved faster than any ordinary cloud. It stretched by intensely fast, as this was a mission to be finished quickly. It was to prove a point. Mallis had no intentions on taking over the entire kingdom yet--in time of course, but not now. For now he just wanted to send a message to them.

Fanir was sitting down in the throne room. Hapel stood next to him. They were arguing deeply. "How are we supposed to do this even?" Fanir asked.

"I don't know! I'm just saying, we don't have any more sons so if we want our dynasty to continue we'll have to toss the crown to the daughters. You and I both know you can't hold this position much longer" Hapel said.

"Yes, but they're both female! Not to be sexist but the Shroms need a good, strong, male leader! Females aren't strict enough, not strong enough! Too compassionate! Too weak!" he said. Hapel rolled her eyes.

"Well then, get your daughters to marry someone. Then they can be king."

"You're serious?" asked Fanir.

"You're making this impossible!" Hapel said.

"Well, I--" Fanir was cut off by a sudden rumbling. The castle around them shook, lights were beginning to flicker. Many of the portraits and pictures on the walls around the throne room fell down, smashing on the ground from the violent shaking.
"What in the name of Keros is that?!" Fanir shouted.

The doors of the throne room burst open. It was Zabrul, he looked extremely afraid. "FANIR! IT'S HORRIBLE! THE DARKNESS! IT'S HERE!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Fanir's eyes widened, tears began to pour from them.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! DEAR KEROS NO!" he screamed getting up from the throne, being followed by Hapel.

"STAY HERE!" he shouted at his wife. She tried to protest, but he shot her a violent look before running with Zabrul outside. She began to cry, almost falling over from the rumbling still going on. As Zabrul and Fanir made their way down the stairs and into the lobby, they made to the exits and out into the courtyard. They both looked up at the sky, which was completely black with the thundering clouds of the Darkness. The clouds radiated from a swirling point above the palace, purple lightning shot from its surface and down at the world below.
"I can't believe it's finally here..." Fanir said. "No! No! NO!!!"

"KING FANIR!" a malevolent voice boomed from the clouds above. "WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Zabrul looked at Fanir. "Show yourself, but be strong!" he shouted.

"I AM HERE!" Fanir shouted up at the skies. A flash of lightning shot the ground of the courtyard, incinerating one of the trees. Suddenly thousands of shapes began falling from the skies. Hundreds were winged, others just fell. They fell onto the ground, took more shape and attacked. They rampaged through the streets, the slimy Darklings. Several fell down into the courtyard. One of the towers of the palace was ripped up by the Darkness's breath and sucked into the center of the cloud where it blasted into a fiery purple explosion, consumed and devoured.

"OH MY GOODNESS NO! PLEASE! NO!!" Fanir shouted. Hapel burst from the doors looking at her husband. She rushed into his arms. "I TOLD YOU TO STAY INSIDE!" he shouted at her.

"I COULDN'T! I WAS TOO AFRAID IT WOULD ALL COLLAPSE ON ME!" she yelled over all the noise.

"FANIR... YOU HAVE WRONGED ME!" shouted the voice from the clouds.

Fanir's eyes widened. "LOVIAN?!" he shouted up.

"NO!" the voice retorted. The face of the palace blasted into flames and black smoke as a being landed in front of it with a shell of flames and a ball of black smoke all around it. The shell and ball had dissipated leaving the creature to unfold before its enemies. The creature revealed itself to be a form made of black smoke. It was simply a glob of smokes and vapors with purple eyes. Though it was obvious to be Mallis... He would not show himself.

Fanir and Hapel both had widened eyes, their faces were horrified. She hid behind him, horror-struck. Zabrul had fallen back, in fear and in terror. He crawled away, but Mallis' amazing force was sucking him from going out too far.

"Father, Mother... how you've wronged me" Mallis growled.

The courtyard burst into purple flames, being filled with black smoke as the sky overhead grew even blacker, and as far as the eye could see it was like the night. A wind was blowing and the air was cold. Somehow the flames seemed cold, freezing, and yet was still seething like a true flame filled with warmth.

"No, Lovian, please! No!" Fanir begged.

"MY NAME IS NOT LOVIAN!" he shouted. "I... am... MALLIS! LORD OF THE DARKNESS AND EMPEROR OF KEROS!" he shouted, his voice booming with echoes and sonic booms throughout the kingdom. His eyes ignited into purple flames. Ashes were everywhere.

"Mallis, Mallis please!" Fanir said trying to calm his son down. "Please... don't... don't do this..."
Mallis' conjuration slithered forward, giving anger in his expressions. "You honestly think I'm going to accept that weak of an apology? Get on your knees and beg! Beg for my forgiveness! And be so careful on how you go about it, for you never know what sole action could be the difference between life and death..." he roared.

Fanir and Hapel both fell on their knees. "Mallis... my son... I beg you, I beg you... Please don't kill us, please don't do this. This is your home, Shrombolia, it's your home!"
"You've got to do better than that!" Mallis screeched.

"Mallis... I'm sorry. For everything. Please, I beg your forgiveness. I'm sorry for what I've done to you..." Fanir said. Hapel's eyes were in tears. She nodded all the same. Mallis looked at them, he was still unsatisfied.

"Tell me now, if I wasn't so powerful and if I wasn't about to kill you, would you still have given me an apology? NO! You don't mean a thing by this! If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't have done this in the first place! If you were truly in regret of what you have done, you would have given me an apology long before I had ever done this! Now mother, now father, join the dead and perish!" he shouted. He shot a bolt of purple lightning forward from the center of his form.
"NOOO!!!" Zabrul shouted, pushing the king and queen out of the way and blocking the bolt with an invisible shield. He stood on his knees, holding his hands up and defending himself. Zabrul stood up slowly, trying to slowly gain power to fight against the monster.

"Lovian... Don't do this! You're hurting people! Just--please--err--stop!" Zabrul said. Finally the shield broke and shattered like lightning across the sidewalk. The purple bolt shot through and blasted Zabrul square in the chest, shooting him back many meters. He was on the ground as the ray ceased. Zabrul finally breathed his last, there on the sidewalk as a lake of blood spilled out from his form. In that time, Hapel and Fanir escaped. They leaped over the fence and ran down the street, from Mallis' attention.

The dark overlord conjuration approached his newly killed Elder and examined the body. He gave a chuckle in his throat upon seeing the death and continued on. He looked around for Fanir, seeing that he was gone. He shouted a booming shout that destroyed all of the glass for a mile around, breaking and shattering everything. The ground around him began to crack and wheeze and it broke, creating a huge crater in the ground filled with flames as he lifted off back into the dark cloud.

The city seemed to be on fire, filled with thousands of Darklings tearing it apart. Many were killed by the Shrom soldiers who were defending the city valiantly. But still so, they were slaughtered on the streets.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:59 pm

Chapter Twenty Two - What You May Believe

There was a large room filled with a council of Allures. They all stood in a small group as they looked at a giant screen on the wall which was oval shaped and had extremely good picture quality. Its surface was slightly holographic and it glowed. The rest of the room was illuminated by large glowing purple flares coming up from designated holsters on the walls.

The leading Allure was dressed in a fine dark blue and purple dress and had a silver crown with blue gems in it. She had her hands on her hips, stress was her appearance. Her skin was colored dark blue and her eyes a glowing magenta. Her hair was a deep purple and it glowed brightly. The Allures around her were equally shocked and stunned as they watched footage of a dark cloud hanging over the city of Shrombolia, sending down hordes of monsters.
"So the legends are true?" asked one of them. The queen looked back at her, nodding. She looked back at the screen in horror.

"Our fears have been realized. That which the old stories have described is... reality... We must prepare. It will only be a matter of time before Alister is next" she said as she walked back to the oval shaped table that the council was using. They all sat back down in their designated areas. The queen seemed very stressed.

"Are we going to send forces to help our Shrom allies?" asked one of the Allures. The queen's face lit up with horror.

"Oh my... I... I don't know. We want to help them out, yes... but we can't get involved! Not with the Darkness. We're not strong enough to support that" she said with a catch in her voice. The Allures around her looked at her skeptically.

"Don't be silly, your highness! We are the all-power Allure Empire. One of the most powerful empires in the land--if not the most powerful. We can take this thing."

"Don't be a fool Raltona!" the queen snapped. "We are in no position to challenge that kind of power! Are you sure you even know what the Darkness is? Only a bloody fool would try to fight it!" she shouted. "Even the Immortals are no match for it, and they have the power of god-like beings!"

"Are you saying we are weak? That we should just give up?" asked one of the Allures.
"Absolutely not! All I am saying is that we will have to do a lot of work on our military and grow to become much stronger, if we are ever to fend off the Darkness. In our current state... compared to the Darkness, yes, we are weak" she said.

"How in all of Keros are we supposed to become even more powerful than we already are? Have you seen the weaponry we're using? Have you honestly seen the amount of soldiers we've enlisted in the past few weeks alone?" asked one of the council members.

"We're going to have to push to even greater heights, find ways that break these limits. We have to find some way to improve. Otherwise we're deltmeat. Now, we can start by inspecting every individual that comes into our cities. We must not simply let people walk through the gates anymore. We have to have better security. Secondly, we must multiply the number of guards extremely. We must have thousands of patrols all over our territory, to keep from being subjected to a surprise attack. I'll come up with more ways. But our military leaders will have more plans than I. So speak to them. This meeting is concluded. Thank you all for your time... May life be ever at its finest for you."

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:02 pm

Chapter Twenty Three - Aftermath

Fanir and Hapel stood in the throne room of the royal palace in Shrombolia. There were servants and workers cleaning up all of the broken glass and decorations that had fallen from the great terror yesterday. Hapel felt like crying, but her pride was too high for her to let herself be seen like that. Fanir was frustrated, simply confused and worried. His heart was throbbing with fear, beating like it was going to explode. It felt like it might jump from his chest.

Finally the already broken doors of the throne room snapped from the hinges and fell down. Decay was standing on the other side. "Oops" he muttered, sitting down the basket of strange blue fruits he was carrying and trying to pick them up.

"Just leave them" one of the servants told him. He nodded grabbing his basket again and ran up to meet the king and queen.

"Your highness, I came as soon as I could. I'm sorry I wasn't here, I got trapped while I was out in the gardens getting those special fruits you asked me for" he said holding the basket out. Fanir swiped his arm at the basket flinging it across the room. The fruit spilled out everywhere.
"What happened?" he asked.

"The Darkness, that's what happened!" Fanir shouted. "Were you too blind to see?"
"I saw it from a distance, I knew what it was. I just wanted to know what happened to you. Are you and your family alright?" he asked.

"We're fine. Now, Decay. Be a good adviser and give me some guidance!" King Fanir said. "Tell me what I need to do!"

Decay scratched the side of his face. "My lord, I need to know what happened first."

"That--that boy!" Fanir shouted. "He... He's an Immortal! The Darkness rose him up, made him its king!"

"Your son, I presume?" asked Decay. Fanir nodded. The king turned to look at the throne behind him. Meanwhile Decay was smiling wickedly behind his back. Hapel didn't see, she was too busy talking to the workers off to the side by now, deserting the conversation.
"Can you honestly blame him, my lord?" asked Decay.

"What?" Fanir said turning to look at the eerie adviser. Decay had stopped smiling and looked at Fanir with a more serious face. He stepped forward. "I mean, I know how you treated that child. With all due respect your highness, you weren't exactly a... a very prudent father."
"Have you been talking to the Elders lately? What do you know about my parenthood?" the king growled. Decay interlaced his fingers. He stepped up next to the king as they both faced the throne, occasionally looking into each others' eyes.

"I know how you treated that boy. I know what you did to him. I watched. I saw. Your secrets were never safe to begin with, my king. You must learn to accept that what you did was wrong. Your son was bullied, pushed around, taunted and tortured over and over again. Every time he went outside he was nearly slaughtered. And did you support him? No. You tossed him out. The only person who showed him the slightest comfort was his brother, Sybil. And now Sybil is dead..." Decay said as he walked towards the throne. He looked out the large windows behind the throne which were broken in many places. It was thick glass, made to not shatter easily in case of an attack. But obviously the Darkness's attack was enough to ravage it in many places.
Decay looked back at Fanir. "You simply have to accept it. You screwed up."

Fanir finally sighed and nodded. "Fine. I'll accept it."

"Will you truly?" Decay asked. "Or are you just telling me that?" he said. The question seemed to anger the king. He gave a scowl and there was a long pause. Decay added, "I'll be on my way if it is what the king wishes."

"No" Fanir said. "I need you. You're all I have. The Elders won't let me speak to them today. They're mourning over the loss of Elder Zabrul. My son killed him yesterday."

"An Elder? He must be very powerful to have managed to slay someone as strong as they" Decay's said. His eerie yellow eyes widened largely as he looked at the king with shock. Fanir nodded. "He's insane. He's going by the name of Mallis or something. You should have seen all the creatures that were running amok in the cities! I don't ever recall normal Followers looking like that... they had to be some new creation, something my son did..."

Decay walked back down towards the center of the room. "Interesting..." Decay mumbled. He looked back at the king. "So, what do you plan to do about it?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you. What do you think?" he asked.

Decay thought a moment. "First, we need to seek help from our allies. Surely the Allures will be able to send supplies and help us repair the damages to the city. Second, we need to ready all of our forces. It won't be easy."

"I fear this may be a new war... The Darkness... it's real" Fanir said. Decay made a displeased face. "Did you doubt the legends before?"

Fanir looked at him as though he were joking. "You can't be serious. I mean, who is going to believe in some big cloud living in a mountain that eats everything. I mean, you've got to be joking!"

Decay seemed angered by the statement. "Well, my king, I'm sure you feel arrogant now."
Fanir didn't like that either. "Just go give my orders to the military leaders. Have them ready for war. We'll be mobilizing."

"Yes, my king" Decay said as he exited the room. He began walking down the next corridor, smiling and giggling wickedly, his claws seemed to lash out with a fiendish joy. He rubbed his palms together darkly before he punched a brick in one of the walls, making part of the wall itself split and make a doorway in which he crossed into and was gone.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:06 pm

Chapter Twenty Four - Four Years Later

Drane and Aira both sat in their new thrones. They were both clothed in fine robes. Aira had a majestic deep blue all over her with silver in some areas, especially long strands of silver color around the chest and the waist which formed dazzling designs. Drane was seated clothed in robes of silver with long lavender strands of color lining the shoulders and waist. Both of them were crowned with silver diadems. Each diadem had a special gem in the center. Aira's was purple and Drane's was pink. If you looked at them closely, you'd see many moving shapes inside. It looked as though a liquid, a deep sea was flowing beneath the surface of the jewels. They were magic and enchanted with powers the Elders had given them.

"My queens!" shouted a Shrom as ran into the room, out of breath. He fell onto his knees.

"What is it?" asked Aira, with a worried face. Her hands clutched the arm rests of her throne.

"Speak!"

"We have report of a swarm of Darklings headed this way. We think they might be after your parents. You need to get them downstairs to the bunkers, to safety!" said the man. Judging by his uniform, he was probably a guard from the kingdom walls.

Drane stood up. "I'll go deal with that. Sister, you deal with the Darklings" she said as she vanished into the doors on the other side of the room.

Aira put a palm on her forehead. "My brother..." she said worried. She didn't want to show it in front of the guards in the room, but she was fearful. The guard that had been speaking to her could tell though. He could see an overwhelming storm of fear and horror boiling in Aira's eyes. It was obvious she could nearly faint from fear and her fear seemed almost to have a stench. An aroma perhaps. Either way, an aura of deep worry seemed to mask her entirely. She looked up at the guard, trying not to cry.

"Prepare all of the defenses. How big is the horde?" she asked.

"Larger than the usuall fleets they send to toy with the guards. This time it's probably meant to actually penetrate the walls. But I doubt it's been sent to do major damage. Not enormous. Not even a quarter of the size of the horde that attacked during the First Strike."

Aira thought back, recalling that horrible time four years ago. The First Strike, the first attack the Darkness formed on Shrombolia. The attack that convinced King Fanir to give up his throne. She looked at the guard again. "Yes. Prepare the forces. Make sure all of the civilians are aware and are indoors. Have all of the local authorities patrolling the streets and at the ready. Make sure all available soldiers are ready." The guard nodded and ran back out of the door he came through.

The city walls were in sight. There were about two hundred dark shapes in the sky. Each of them were winged and had glowing purple eyes that beamed out malevolence. Their forms were colored black and they were made of a thick, gelatinous dark slime that dripped down from them as they went along in the skies.

The leading creature was much, much larger than the others. He had an array of spikes along his head and his eyes were larger than the others'. He also had two enormous batty ears on the sides of his head and many long fangs from his snout. He had a glowing green scar under his right eye. He also had a long tail at the end of his body with a huge spike on the end of it. Though many smaller spikes and spines were at the beginning of his back and around his shoulders. A few long horns were around his head though.

"On my mark!" he shouted angrily back at the other Darklings. There was a pause as they approached the walls further. He spotted the soldiers gathering along the edges and readying their archery weapons and their guns. "NOW!" he roared, echoeing throughout. The swarm split apart. Each creature swam in random directions, all heading towards the walls. They began flinging purple darts of light at the walls as bullets and arrows flung back at them. Cannons sounded as they blasted fire from their long cylindrical openings. There were many Darklings. They were overwhelming the soldiers along the walls. Too many for too little.

The commanding Darkling landed on the wall. Several Shrom soldiers began blasting him with their futuristic laser guns. Yellowish orange lights shot from them at the beast. But the beast's wings cupped around him like shields and the bullets deflected off of them. One of the bullets had even hit another Shrom soldier, blasting his head into a million pieces. The commanding Darkling stood up, towering nine feet tall. He was about three or four feet taller than the Shroms. His claws were huge. He back-handed one of the soldiers that approached him with a sword. The force of his arm ripped the soldier's chest apart, breaking his rib-cage.

The Darkling then eyed one of the soldiers blasting him with a gun. Each bullet deflected from the creature's metallic wings. The Darkling stretched his gelatinous arm out, grabbing the Shrom by the throat and throwing him over the wall to fall to his doom.

"What kind of Darkling in Keros name are you?!" one of the guards shouted, noting his side.
"I AM LORD GORAKI! COMMANDER OF THIS HORDE!" he shouted. Goraki looked at the soldier and opened his fanged maw. From it came a vortex of purple light. Writhing flames with a seething hiss flashed out, hissing and sinking deep into the soldier and in the process of burning him alive also flung him over the wall and into the city-side. Goraki back-handed a group of three Shroms, flinging them over the wall.

A Shrom had stabbed him in the back. The monster let out a loud snarl and then growled as he plucked the sword from his back. He looked at the soldier, almost amused. "Didn't you ever learn that these old things don't work on our kind?!" he shouted. He took the soldier by the neck, opening his mouth and clamping it shut on the face of the warrior. He let go with his hand and shook his head around, flinging the body of the soldier everywhere and breaking hundreds of bones from the force. His neck had snapped, ending in death. Finally Goraki slurped up the body entirely, swallowing it whole. He looked to another soldier who was firing at him with a gun. He took a few hits that seethed into him. Then he flung himself forward slashing the head of three soldiers off with his long spiked tail and then flinging into the soldier, ripping him to shreds with his claws.

He gave out a victorious battle cry. His cheers were interrupted though when he saw a Shrom battlemage appear from a guard tower. It was a very powerful magic-wielding soldier. She was dressed in long, black robes lined with some silver. She had silver war paintings on her face and several brutal scars along her head. Of course, it was one of the leading battlemages, Liphola. She was an older Shrom, having a stern warrior's voice. She ran across the wall with guards flanking her. She approached Goraki with an angrily face. Her hands lit up with magical power.
"Stand down beast! You've already been defeated" she proclaimed. Goraki gave out a malicious laugh.

"Putrid little Shrom, you belong to the carrion! Now, back up if you want there to be any remains for your fellow inferiors to bury!" he said as he charged up a ball of purple light in front of him.

"BACK UP NOW!" she shouted at the soldiers. Everyone scattered as the ball shot forward into the ground, causing an enormous explosion upon impact. Fires blazed everywhere. A black smog shot into the air and Liphola was certain the explosion could have been seen quite a distance away.

Goraki stepped over the large crater he'd made in the wall and looked at the battlemage and her assistants. "You're turn witch!" he shouted. "Do your worst! You're the only one here who can even hurt me!"

"My pleasure..." she said as she drew her hands up into a silver array of light. A ray shot into Goraki, but his wing caught it. It deflected into thousands of tiny sparks shattering off in random directions and singeing objects all around. Goraki moved back into attack position. He flung himself forward, catching two soldiers with a single swipe of the arm and ripping them apart with the other hand. Two bodies shredded in half now lay on the ground. Liphola looked slightly more intimidated now. She shot forth an orb of yellow at Goraki which caught him by surprise as he examined his carnage. It singed into his abdomen, burning him. He yowled. Suddenly two other winged Darklings caught Liphola in the backside, flipping her over. She stabbed them both with her glowing silver sword which evaporated both of them. She shot forward to do the same to Goraki but he tripped her by some sudden invisible wire he'd laid out in front of him.
With his foot he smashed the sword as hard as he could and it busted into a million pieces; the glowing ceased as its magical power was wasted.

"No!" Liphola shouted, her heart crushed. The monster laughed brutally.

"You fool!" he spat. "You Shroms don't know when to stop! If you'd open your gates and surrender your city to Lord Mallis, you'd have far less bloodshed!"

"If we opened ourselves to Lord Mallis, there'd be bloodshed on every inch of our roads!" she said with a deep and stern voice as she stood up. She readied her magical abilities again, as Goraki duplicated. She thought he was going to attack, but he stomped the ground with his enormous foot. It caused the stone below her to crack and bust as she fell through the floor and down a huge drop of about twenty feet. She fell into the stairwell on the inside of the wall that led up to the guard tower. She stopped moving around. It looked like she had broken many bones. She let out many huffs, deep breaths, and wounded grunts.

"What's the matter my warrior?" Goraki snarled. His warped and evil Darkling voice had him all the more sinister. "Darkling too tough for you?"

"You... are certainly... a f-formidable foe" she said as she tried to pick herself up.

"Glad you acknowledged the obvious... finally" Goraki said. Finally he shot a vine of black from his arm behind his wrist, that grabbed Liphola around the waist and dragged her up to him. She barely resisted, too wounded to do much defending anymore. Finally she found herself being grabbed by his enormous claws. He had her held in the air by the waist with one hand. He approached the edge of the wall and held her out.

"No! Please!" she begged. His grip began to slide up her body as he slowly loosened it. By now he was holding her by the neck--or the chest. It switched as she used her hands to grab onto his wrist and hold herself up.

Goraki leered. "You're begging a Darkling?"

She had no choice but to give in to her pride. "Yes... p-please. You've done enough damage. I submit. I submit... I surrender. P-please... j-just let me go" she asked. But then she realized what she'd done. She spoke too soon.

"Alright" he said.

"NO! PLEASE!" she screamed as his entire hand stretched out, and he shook it to break her grip. She fell from a towering height. Falling hundreds of feet, she finally hit the ground below her with a loud thud and many loud cracks and pops that were audible to those around her on the ground. Blood was the blanket below her on the ground. The grass beneath her slowly turned that magnificent shade of red. Even the roses looked too red to be natural when covered with her fluid.

Goraki smiled as he laughed. He realized his forces were nearly finished picking off the wall's forces. He jumped from it, landing on the ground below with a loud thud. Unlike Liphola, he survived the jump, landing directly on his feet--perfectly and unharmed. He possessed powers no Shrom could imagine. They all stared at him with shock and horror as they witnessed him make the jump. The other winged Darklings began to swoop down from the walls and into the town as well. The police shot out from their posts and began firing their guns. Goraki began breaking things in the road, like vehicles and throwing the broken bits at them. He took a large streetlight and broke it from the ground. He swung it at the authorities like it was a spinning ninjastar. It flung into them, tearing several in half and beheading a few. Blood splattered across the road.

A little girl had been standing in the window of her house on the side of the street watching. She screaming in absolute horror of the carnage. The mother came to the window to rescue the daughter from her sights and pull her away, tucking the window shut.

Goraki had spotted the girl. He stood in front of the window and opened his mouth. A booming metallic roar shot out as purple flames blazed from his throat, cutting into the window and blasting the house into a million pieces. The sounds of shrieking came from whatever lifeforms were inside, but were silenced within seconds. He moved on, looking at the royal palace he saw in the distance. His leering had stopped, growling and scowling were a painting on his head.
He stepped forward. His footsteps were slightly louder than an average person's. His feet were huge, making loud thuds as they stepped on the stone ground--despite the fact that they were partly gelatinous. He constantly ripped apart the creatures around him. Blood spilled all over the streets.

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PostSubject: Re: The White King   Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:10 pm

Chapter Twenty Five - Death's Door

Aira was in panic. The guards stormed through the doors again, three of them. "Your highness!" one began. "The Darklings just made it over the wall. One of them is... it's invincible! It won't stop at anything! It's tearing apart the streets! You wouldn't believe how many soldiers it alone has taken out. And it killed... it, it killed Mage Liphola!"

Aira's face showed shock and horror. "Get me the Ultrahex now!" she screamed. They ran into another room through a door to their left. A few noises of movement and finally they came back into the room. One of them was carrying a large cube in their hands. But it wasn't exactly a cube. It had what looked like hundreds of sides and dimensions. It had hundreds of luminous blue markings all over it. Some other language. She grabbed it from them and as she held it in her hands, it lifted up defying gravity and floated there in that point.

She thought for a moment. Finally her decision was made up. By telepathic command the Ultrahex began to glow and finally she backed away. A triangle in the shape lit up as it projected a large form into the room. It took the shape of an Allure and looked at Aira. It was the queen Allure.

"What is it Queen Aira?" asked the Allure queen.

"Queen Calisa! I need your help desperately! There's a fleet of Darklings attacking Shrombolia. One of them that is attacking our people is seemingly invincible. It won't back down from anything we throw at it. It won't die! We need reinforcements! Please send help! We can't sacrifise any more from this kingdom! Please have your forces be on time, this time. Please let them be here to help us! I could never lose my kingdom, or my parents... and I fear that this monster is here after the former king and queen. It's my brother's mission..." she said.

Calisa looked worried and obviously surprised as the offer had taken her. "Aira, I want to help you. I do. But I can't get too involved with your Darkling conflict. I have a lot of love for my own empire and my own people. And I would never sacrifice their safety, not even for the safety of a friend. So I must offer my deepest, deepest apologies... but the Allure Armadas will not be there to help in the fighting today... I will send forces to help you during the evening, after the attack to help with reparations to your cities... Goodbye."

"No! Wait! Calisa you mongrel! I've sent forces to help you countless times!" she growled. "Consider our alliance done! If you're not going to help me I'll find someone who will! I'm sure Ralem's people will be willing to spare some soldiers!"

"Aira don't do anything rash. I understand you're in a crisis over there but there's no need to end our empires' alliance. You'd have to discuss things with your sister anyways" said Calisa.
"I speak for both I and my sister when I say that this alliance is done. Unless you bring me forces asap."

"I'll..." Calisa thought. "I'll see what I can do..."

The magical projection vaporized into a sandy scattering of light as the object flew on its own back into the room it was retrieved from. Aira looked worriedly at the guards. "How far is it from the palace?" she asked.

The doors burst open, about five bloodied guards fell through and onto the ground dead as a massive creature came into the room. A few winged creatures from behind it flew into the room and perched themselves among the ceiling, watching the scene from above.

Goraki looked at Aira as she had screamed. She backed away. The guards put themselves between her and Goraki, the monster. He snarled as they held their swords up in fear. But he figured he'd toy with them a bit before he ended their lives. The other guards from around the room began to surround Aira at last, keeping a distance between her and the beast.

"Stay far from the queen!" shouted one of the guards as he poked a sword out at Goraki. Goraki bent the sword with ease using a single grib and twist with his claws. The guard dropped the sword, terrified. The monster snarled.

"You're all fools! Supporting these corrupt leaders! Do you have any idea what they've done to people?"

"You don't know a single thing that happened here beast!" Aira said defiantly. Her eyes narrowed at Goraki.

"I know everything that happened here, you miserable wench!" he growled.
"Name yourself" Aira said.

"I am Goraki, one of Mallis's most elite warriors... I have come to deliver you a message, your lowness" he said flinging several soldiers across the room with a single back-hand.
"What is that?" Aira said backing away.

"He said that if you wish to settle the war, to meet him on High Hill at Midnight tonight. He said you'd better not bring very many forces to overpower him with, or you'll pay..." Goraki said narrowing his eyes.

Aira's eyes narrowed even more. "You honestly think I'm that much a fool? My brother seeks my blood."

Goraki growled. "You dare protest the demands of Lord Mallis? The all-powerful emperor of Keros?"

"Emperor? He only rules Dark Mountain. Other than that, he's of no more power than a simply peasant. He's full of himself" Aira growled.

"Enough!" Goraki shouted. His voice made the walls around the room begin to crack. The windows had the same reaction in several locations. He continued, "it is time to settle things. Once and for all. Meet him there tonight or see your entire kingdom crumble. Everyone will die. Lots of blood. In actuality, I want you to refuse this, because that means more food for me. I want Lord Mallis to summon a massive attack on this place, like the one during the First Strike. I wish I could have been there. He's honestly been very quiet lately. But anyways... you have until midnight to arrive at High Hill. Otherwise, you'll be exposed to death's door... See you then, or see you dead..." With that, he lifted up into the air, flapping his wings. He rammed through the windows behind the throne, the glass shattering all over and crashing down across the throne-room floor. The winged Darklings in the ceiling took off behind him, following their master.

Aira looked to her guards and the officials around her. She spotted the royal advisor on the other side of the room. Decay was hiding behind a large pillar. He at last ran up to her, he was in great shock.

"What are you going to do?" he asked. Aira didn't want to answer it. He prodded at her anyways. "Aira! Your highness! You have to go! If you don't..."

"I know what will happen if I don't attend this Decay" Aira said. Suddenly Drane came out from the doors and looked around.

"What happened in here?" she asked.

"You just missed it" Decay said. He eyed them as Fanir crossed out from the doors behind her and looked at everyone with surprise. He felt like smiling, like he couldn't hold it in. But he had to. "One of Mallis's elites made its way in here. Gave a message to your sister."
"What was it?" asked Drane.

"He wants her to come to High Hill tonight at midnight... Otherwise this puny kingdom will be destroyed" Decay said.

Aira looked to Decay. "Decay, you've been an amazing supporter and friend of my family for years now. Since I was a little girl I remember your wise words. I need some of that now. I remember how you would talk to me and Drane about relationships with other people and how to deal with them when we're angry. I remember how you would speak to Sybil about his duties in the future. I remember when you'd talk to Lovian about..." she thought for a moment.
"You... you talked to Lovian a lot. Didn't you?" she asked. Decay got sensitive all of a sudden. His shyness began to kick in. He nodded.

"Did he ever strike you as the kind who would do something like this?" she asked.
"No, not at all" Decay said immediately. She noted the strange way the advisor was suddenly behaving.
"What did the two of you talk about?" she asked.

"Oh... just stuff. You know" said Decay. Aira's eyes narrowed. She suddenly got a strange feeling in her stomach. She didn't want to think of Decay as a bad guy, as she'd always seen him as a friend. But did he know something they didn't?

"What's going on...?" Aira asked.

"What are you talking about my queen?" Decay asked.

"You're acting very suspicious. Was it you who led Lovian away all those days during the months we didn't see him often? Did he go down to your office? I thought I saw him there once or twice. You welcomed him in."

"I don't know what you're talking about" Decay rolled his eyes.

"You're lying" Aira replied. "You traitor!" she pulled a long knife from her cloak. "It was you wasn't it! You taught Lovian the Dark Magic! You controlled him! You told him what to do!"
Decay finally felt like letting it out. He didn't care anymore. "And it worked out pretty bloody good too, wouldn't you think?!" he snarled, his voice warping rapidly. His eyes suddenly transformed to a strange piercing red.

"Decay!" Fanir shouted. "All this time... it was you?"

Decay smiled. "Fanir you can't be serious. If it wasn't me prodding at that little boy's mind, it would have been someone else. Don't take it personally. Just extremely successful business. Now look. Due to my great success, Lovian has become Lord Mallis among Dark Mountain, given them the biggest army the Darkness has ever seen!" he hissed.

"You traitor... I trusted you so much! We all did!" Fanir said. "You were one of my only friends..." he growled. His face turned a horrible shade of anger. His eyes narrowed as his face wrinkled with rage.

"Well who's fault is that? Not mine. Not my fault your generally unlikable!" Decay retorted.
"You will not be allowed to get away with this! All crime deserves a punishment and for this I declare your execution!" Fanir growled.

"You have no power in this kingdom to declare such a thing!" Decay gargled. He spat a thick black glob of fluid onto the floor which sizzled and burnt into the stone.
"Well I do" Aira said. "And you're going to be hanged! No, wait, that would be too merciful... Burnt on the stake!"

Decay laughed. "You're all fools! Go ahead! Try to burn me! We'll see where it gets you! Without me you have NO IDEA what's coming!"

On Aira's command the soldiers around them raced to grab Decay. The wrestled him to the ground, finally grabbing his limbs and gripping him with force. They held him up as he just laughed wickedly. The black markings all around his body suddenly sharpened and their opacity increased. His eyes seemed more luminous than usuall. His voice was oddly warped and distorted with an evil tint to it. "You think this changes anything? Bloody fool you are Fanir! This changes NOTHING! Absolutely NOTHING! Haha! Mallis will still win, my creation will destroy all of Shrombolia and its people! Hahaha!" he said with insanity as he was pulled out of the already busted up doors.

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